What happened to my allowance? You know, the one I used to receive as a kid? Where’d it go?
I was so good with my money when I was a kid; you couldn’t get me to spend it on anything. Any extra change I got, went into a piggy bank. Any dollars I received, were hidden in random areas around my room. Secret hiding places for secret dreams.
Books to buy, candy to purchase, sugar to infuse me as only kids can wish for.
I remember saving some extra coins just for ring-pops. My dad used to take me to buy them every once in a while, and I remember it being such a treat.
My allowance bought me books, so many books. Books were a form of escapism for me and I inhaled every word, imbibed every nuance. Books in my opinion, were worth saving up for, worth the dollar spent, my own mini therapy right in the palm of my hand.
But while I was stuffing my pockets with ring pops or perusing the latest Judy Blume, I was saving my money.
Did you hear that? Me, saving? I was too smart for my own britches.
But as the years went by, and the growing pains wore on, my money smarts left me. On that graduation stage, I accepted my high school diploma, and left my innocence. Saving your money is what children do. I am an adult now. Time to enter the real world and do what grown folks do and spend!
And spend, I did.
But now I’m at the other end of the spectrum and I’m not feeling so grown-up. All those years of spending and not saving have gotten me…where, exactly? Can’t I cross the podium again? Can’t I turn the tassle to the other side? The girl I once was, who saved her money…can I still find her? Can I be brilliant once more?
I’m trying. I’m trying to rediscover my love for saving, my love for random hiding places, my love for Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, my love for ring pops…
My love for having an allowance…