Myths and Roles not finished....

The first thing that came to mind when I heard "Myth of the family" I instantly thought of my grandpa. Now I'm not to sure that this is the track you wanted us to be going but its the only thing I could think of at this time. My grandpa is a very nice person, that is when he wants to be. He very off and on when it comes to being nice, usually my mom has to make him feel bad about it before he is nice to her. But the myth comes in to play when he tells his stories. If you have ever seen the movie Big Fish then you will know exactly what I am talking about. The stories he tells are something that could be strait out of a movie or book. Like he has had five different wife who have all been assassinated, or he worked in the black market. My favorite story that he tells all the time was when he was in college,I forget the college now, but he was a photographer at the time, and he was up in the photographers booth and all of the sudden all of the football players took him down huddled around him, tore off his cloths and put pads and a uniform on him. They put him in the game as a quarterback because the starter got hurt and they saw him throw during practice one time. Or during WWII he and another soldier were walking pass a house that was bombed and there was nothing left but a door and a basement. They walk in the door and there is a mother and a daughter living in this blown up house, so my grandpa reaches in his boot and hands the mother a piece of paper that was worth one million dollar, I can't exactly remember where he got that money from or why he had it.
Why does my grandpa tell these extravagant stories? It's not so much that these stories are 100% made up but they are more or less real events just blown out of proportion with many added details. I think its because he doesn't want us to view him a boring person who has led a uneventful life. Now don't get me wrong my grandpa has done some amazing things in his life times, but he drowns them out with all the stories he tells. He grew carrots in his farm in the back yard by the pool(food product). My mom has wondered about these stories for a long time so she finally went to his sister and asked him all about them and got the facts strait. She found out that most of them are completely false, a part of me still believes them any ways, just because its fun to. Every time we visit him he is usually ready with a new one to tell, he loves to hear himself talk. Every time you start talking about yourself, he somehow turns it about him and has a story about it.

In my family everyone has their own little roles. My sister is the peace keeper, the one who is always making sure everyone is happy. My mom is the one that is always there for you and makes sure that you have what you need. My dad is the strong one, he makes sure that everyone gets to where they need to be and schedules out everything. My broth and I, well, we are the clowns of the family. More so I am though, he just makes a joke and I run with it, sometimes a little to far. I make jokes to make the family happy, and also to brighten up those serious situations (when necessary). Some times they get really mad because I'm usually never serious at all, its just no fun to, so I don't.(life is short, might as well live it happy)
I wouldn't go as far as saying that I play a "role" in the family, because the person I am at the house is the exact same person I am around my friends. It makes me feel good to make other people laugh and be happy, so I try to do it everywhere I go.