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My Mom teaching me to ride a bike
Mr brother and I, bike riding in the backyard
fruit loops would last us a whole week and that was mainly because each of us 4 kids would get a bowl of instant milk with four or five fruit loops drifting in it. That box of Fruit Loops was kept locked away so we couldn’ t get more whenever mom wasn’ t looking. Sandwiches were two slices of bread, butter and one slice of either cheese or ham or salami and going for seconds was something I only got to do at friends’ homes.
But all that saving and careful living meant that we got to travel once, sometimes twice a year. We have been to Disney at least 4 times and anyone going to Disney knows how expensive
it is just to enter the parks. I never got to eat at any of the restaurants in the parks until I went back as an adult. I realized then why my parents made sure to feed us a hearty breakfast bought at a Seven Eleven prior to the park and buy us a few hot dogs and fries to share in the park itself. My dad considered travel to be the highest form of education. It helped us with our languages, it taught us to be considerate to others, we got to know other cultures and it reminded us of how lucky we were. It also made me into the travel-obsessed blogger I am today.
Yes, my childhood was amazing.
I cannot complain. No, wait. I take that back. The only thing I can complain about is that it’ s over. Like any other child I too could not wait to become an adult and make my own rules, but what I wouldn’ t give to have those stress-free days again. And what I wouldn’ t give to have my parents young and vibrant like they were back then. I realize how lucky we were to have had both parents so involved in our lives. We really were the center of their universe.
I could write a book, followed by a sequel with all the stories from my youth and I could come up with more reasons why raising your children on