People think being an only child is glorious, and in some cases it is, but in my case it was not. Now technically speaking I wasn’t an only child. I have a sister with a huge age gap. So much of a gap, she could be my mother and still be an adult. She didn’t live with our dad and my mom full time nor part time, therefore I consider myself an only child.
Growing up I wasn’t handed everything I wanted. Don’t get me wrong, I never went without the essentials. The real essentials like food, water and a roof over my head.
My parents taught me from a real young age “money”. Money buys things you want. Money gets you places you want to go. Money also pays for the essentials.
I also learned from a very young age, in order to have money you have to have a job and in order to have a job you need to go to school.
I worked hard at school. I achieved mainly good grades;minus chemistry. As a kid I used to sleep on my notebook believing that it would go into my brain when I slept. Was it actually working? Probably not, but when you are a child your beliefs are endless.. so why the heck not!?
Later in my teenage years…when I had my own bills to pay, I realized that yes my folks were right! Money is required to have the necessities and anything extra I wanted instead of needed. I had yet to realize how much debt one could get in unti moving out. I needed more then just an education and a job. I needed to do without to make ends meet or find two jobs.
Two full time jobs meant having no life. Something I definitely wanted; a life outside of work.