Depending on your viewpoint, and your hearing, I have been blessed, or cursed, with a very vocal family, in both senses of the word. The moment the words leave their lips, they’ve carried halfway around the world, and the problem has been exacerbated by age. For every year my parents gain, their volume goes up a decibel.
This isn’t a serious problem, but caused me embarrassment growing up. Being ashamed of your parents is a rite of passage, but every time I heard them say something uncool at top volume, I felt as if I was dying, and this reaction remains.