It impacted my life pretty heavily, because it happened relatively late in my life. There was a day I remember in particular, it was tense. My parents hardly talked to each other that day, but we had to go somewhere, I can't remember where, I just remember the car ride. We were in a car we had just got from the dealership a year ago, I don't know why but I always felt it made everything more awkward. The car was a van type, so there was a deceptive space between my brother and me and my parents. It was a tense ride, I still remember a coconut-y smell in the car, and a coldness due to the air conditioner going on full blast due to the summer. I can't remember what started the argument, I just remember my mom and dad shouting loudly. My brother and I were silent as we just looked at the floor, we had recently cleaned the car so I noticed a few crumbs on the floor. It was all I stared at in what felt like the longest car ride ever, I believe the whole argument only lasted 5 minutes but it felt like 2 hours. There were many situations throughout my youth where I didn't want to come home from school. But there wasn't much I could do since I was in elementary school. However, I did find a way I could be unbothered by the arguments going on, I could simply do my homework. In doing so, my parents would leave me alone and I could tune out any arguments if I was focused on my assignment. I can say with great confidence that I grew to have a joy for homework, because I was one of the few kids in my grade that always kept up with all the homework. Which meant that my teacher praised me greatly which in turn caused my teachers to tell my parents how great of a student I was. After hearing how "great" I was from teachers, my parents praised me as well. It brought me joy that my parents could find some sort of happiness in my "success" so I started a cycle of doing as much homework as possible. It was a cycle that resulted in my parents praising me and not arguing. The stakes were high for me, because I always felt I had to perform well in school, so anytime I didn't, I got great anxiety. I recall an instance when I got a BI- on my report card, and my parents were disappointed. My dad was angry and wanted to approach the situation strongly, whereas my mom preferred a different approach. Eventually, their little disagreement snowballed into a giant argument which spanned over an hour. From then on I tried even harder to maintain my grades at higher than a B-. I grew to have a great relationship with my schoolwork, because to me it felt like an opportunity to advance. Ever since, I have been chasing opportunities to advance myself. There are many times where I simply worked through tough times, because I know you cannot stop at such pivotal times. It has been my mentality for my academic career and in life as well. You cannot stop, because if you stop the result will be worse than if you continued. I believe firmly in the idea of trying rather than not.