You were very fortunate to have parents like that.
I always think so. My father was a WWII and Korean War vet. He suffered head injuries in combat and worked until he was no longer physically able to, so he was around a lot and had interesting hobbies related to history. He had grown up very, very poor and without a father, so he had to miss out on a lot of childhood himself. My mother said, we were a lot of fun for him, since he could be a kid through us. Sometimes he would forget and tell us things that he probably should not have. Like the time I got an idea from watching Star Trek and asked him if that was how black powder was made. He gave us a pretty good, basic understanding of the process. The next thing you know, we were making it in the garage and stinking up the neighborhood with smoke bombs.
I remember her telling him that those boys listen to everything you tell them and then they go do it. You need to watch what you tell them.
Somebody asked me once and I said that when I was growing up, my parents argued a lot. I was puzzled at the concerned response I got from that at first, until I realized how it sounded. The arguing I was talking about was not shouting matches over money, but discussions and debates about current events, history, politics, and science. We were a fortunately strange family at times. We were, I think kindly, referred to as "those book people".