When I was younger I had to walk to school. Whether it was raining, windy or sunny my mom would pick me up and carry me on her back. And if she couldn't that day my grandfather would let me ride on his anorexic malnourished horse. And yet still, my mother would brush and make me two tight ponytails. And yet still my grandfather would buy me a ''tortrix'' on the way home with the little money he made that day.
I used to resent American Christmas movies and for the way, the children would get a vast amount of toys and gifts.
Nowadays, I'm greedy and I have bought all those childish presents and toys that I never received; I probably even have a shopping addiction. Yet I am not some clean reputation to maintain with my fancy computer and dresses I am those experiences, experiences of when I was a kid playing with the grass. Nevertheless, I notice my privilege and how far my family has come. Yet, a part of me knows that these toys will suffice and that I will re-visit that lifestyle from childhood and that once again I will not buy all those useless toys and fancy cars that I once resented others for having, because I know that's not me. I'm still my mother's back pain, my grandfather's blistered feet and for them, I am thankful.