Did you grow up in a family that sits at the dinner table and talks about their day?

No. My father was never home from 5 a.m to 8 p.m growing up . Dad was the only one I really cared to talk to after I was 10, and I wasn't allowed to "bother" him ever. And none of the rest of us were likely to talk about anything of substance around each other anyway. We sometimes ate at the table if mom insisted which was rare, but we didn't talk, none of us trusted anybody for the most part. And dinner was just an opportunity for mom to tell us what horrible people we were for not living up to every expectation perfectly or because kids can be inconvenient to her wants and needs.

We'd eat and run off to do homework and chores and be away from each other.

If I go visit my parents to this day, they always insist on eating in front of the TV, I think TV became a buffer for awkward socializing. Lol.