Here's what I remember about my childhood with liberal democrats, who as my stepfather says "vote for the person who promises to give you the most stuff". Complete chaos, so much so that I moved out before I was 18, (no one really cared). It was less chaotic at my boyfriend's house. He was a biker. A mother who didn't care what I did as long as I didn't embarrass her in front of her friends and neighbors, nightly gin and tonic festivals (oh, and my favorite...a mother who used to sit in the family room in the dark, drinking wine, listening to music, crying and waiting for us to come home so she could be maudlin and sentimental and tell us how wonderful we were), a father who was rarely around except when he wanted me to meet his new girlfriend, wife, whatever. That was okay because it usually meant a trip to Disneyland and/or a bunch of presents. I do remember one was an Operation game. There were no talks of politics or anything else around the table because the kids ate in the kitchen until we moved out while my mom and whoever ate at the bar in the family room. The only normal I had was when I lived with my conservative grandparents who gave me love, discipline, and school clothes. And they took me to the dentist for the first time in my life when I was 12 because my parents thought it was the other one's responsibility.
Sorry, there's no conversion story except mine because I decided no way was I ever going to be dependent on anyone ever again for my opinions and the life I chose to live.
Lest I forget: SO, I lived happily ever after.
Cindie