lmao. You said it not me.
I think someone grew up privileged and I am not referring to myself.
I guess I would be judged as old to some, considering my membership in the 35+ club.
As for privileged, if you consider being blessed with a wonderful, loving family who has always supported me then yes. Like many Hmong refugees we fled to the US with only our scattered memories, fears of a new world and dreams of a better life.
I remember as a child begging my mom for a dollar to buy a spider-man kite. When finally at last I was able to earn it, by doing chores, my excitement and glee turned to horror when the kite abruptly, after a few seconds of play, took a nose dive into the ground and split into two. My tears were endless...
(thank God for scotch tape!)
For many years I knew Santa as the goodwill or salvation army guy (who smelled of cigaret smoke and beer). I don't think I received an actual brand new toy until Christmas as an 11 year old boy. They were toy ray-guns for my little brother and I. We had so much fun. These were such cherished times.
Anyhoo, enough with the unsolicited self biography. hehe
I'm sure we've all had these similar experiences in some form in the past.
Its just a little insight into my life. Don't worry - I won't delete this..