My parents taught me a lot of things.  I learned how to ride a bike from them, drive a car, keep a house clean, get a job, spy on our neighbors from the top floor of our house, how to file for bankruptcy, how to borrow money from friends and wait a long time to pay it back, and how to have poker games at the house and use your children to cheat the other players by having them look at their cards and signal to you what they are.  We weren’t really that popular around the neighborhood, which is probably one reason we moved when I was 10 and went to another neighborhood on the northwest side of the city.  My parents has also filed for bankruptcy a year before this and had finally gotten back on their feet and I think they just wanted a fresh start.  My father got a new job at a new company that almost literally just opened its doors before they took his application and he eventually got my mother a job there as well.  I went to a new school and had to make all new friends, but, soon enough, my parents were back to their old ways, though things never got so bad that they had to file for bankruptcy again.  Apparently, they at least learned something.