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I didn't always feel bad as a kid, but there were some things that — even back then — kept poking at me.
One thing I tried hard to shrug off, and couldn't, was wasting my mom's money.
My mom was raising a bunch of kids almost entirely on her own and put any money we had toward bettering our lives, so we didn't get much in the way of toys and video games — not without being pests about it, that is.
My older sisters and I would often beg and sweet-talk, and pout (yes, fucking pout), until we got something we liked. I get that we were kids and all, but I still feel horrible about it. Growing up has given me a lot of perspective and made me look in places I'd have rather remained blind to.
One thing I'm still kicking myself hard for happened when we were out for some fun at the cinema, waiting in line to see the second Harry Potter movie (which was, in and of itself, an extremely rare occurrence), and my sister spotted LucasArts' Grim Fandango atop a shelf in a nearby store.
We thought the cover looked fucking boss and began doing the prep work to get Mom to pay the huge price for it, which she eventually did, even through a sad scowl I have never been able to unsee.
And guess what? We couldn't even run the sucker on our home computer — we didn't have enough RAM.
We were fucking geniuses, weren't we?
Having to pretend we loved a game we couldn't even run, coming up with excuses not to play it in front of her, remembering to move the box around just so she wouldn't see it gathering dust... it hurt, man. It hurt a lot.
But it was a good lesson that we all learned the hard way.
I was wondering if you guys had any examples of this sort of thing — or can at least relate to it a little.
Thanks.
One thing I tried hard to shrug off, and couldn't, was wasting my mom's money.
My mom was raising a bunch of kids almost entirely on her own and put any money we had toward bettering our lives, so we didn't get much in the way of toys and video games — not without being pests about it, that is.
My older sisters and I would often beg and sweet-talk, and pout (yes, fucking pout), until we got something we liked. I get that we were kids and all, but I still feel horrible about it. Growing up has given me a lot of perspective and made me look in places I'd have rather remained blind to.
One thing I'm still kicking myself hard for happened when we were out for some fun at the cinema, waiting in line to see the second Harry Potter movie (which was, in and of itself, an extremely rare occurrence), and my sister spotted LucasArts' Grim Fandango atop a shelf in a nearby store.
We thought the cover looked fucking boss and began doing the prep work to get Mom to pay the huge price for it, which she eventually did, even through a sad scowl I have never been able to unsee.
And guess what? We couldn't even run the sucker on our home computer — we didn't have enough RAM.
We were fucking geniuses, weren't we?
Having to pretend we loved a game we couldn't even run, coming up with excuses not to play it in front of her, remembering to move the box around just so she wouldn't see it gathering dust... it hurt, man. It hurt a lot.
But it was a good lesson that we all learned the hard way.
I was wondering if you guys had any examples of this sort of thing — or can at least relate to it a little.
Thanks.
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