At the age of ten, I had a burning hole in my pocket. I would often get a fifty cent allowance per day for a chore, and I would end up spending my money on the cheapest makeup product or toy at Dollar Tree. I did not own a piggy bank, nor have ever thought of owning one. At this point in my life, spending money was becoming a slow addiction. However, this all changed when I took a trip to my garage.
The garage was a forbidden place for me. I was once banned from the room due to all of my dad’s dangerous work tools being in there. Dust was collecting on the floor, and some part of me thought that no one has been in this garage for decades because spider webs started to collect on the ceiling. In the middle of the garage, a wooden table sat. The wood-chipped table is not the thing that mattered, instead the object that laid on it as decoration was what enchanted me. In that moment it was as if I was Briar Rose about to touch the cursed needle on a spinning wheel. The object that lay before me was a clear mason jar half …show more content…
I told myself that priorities come first. When I began to save, I was saving up for a new bike; however, life got in the way. The economy got really bad. All at once, my dad got laid off, gas prices went up, the washing machine broke, my mom was a stay-at-home-mom, and my lunch money check was smaller and smaller each week. Money was an issue that just hung by a thread ready to get snipped.
I was old enough to know that hushed tones, the nail-biting, and stressed-pinched eyebrows that both my parents shared was my sign that my parents were barely making through the week. So I did the only think I thought was right to do. I dumped my mason jar upside down, and began to count. One by one, until I reached my total: $67.95. I donated each penny to the cause, and sacrificed my dream bike. My dream had to go on pause of a bit, but I did that because that was life. Life is full of
The garage was a forbidden place for me. I was once banned from the room due to all of my dad’s dangerous work tools being in there. Dust was collecting on the floor, and some part of me thought that no one has been in this garage for decades because spider webs started to collect on the ceiling. In the middle of the garage, a wooden table sat. The wood-chipped table is not the thing that mattered, instead the object that laid on it as decoration was what enchanted me. In that moment it was as if I was Briar Rose about to touch the cursed needle on a spinning wheel. The object that lay before me was a clear mason jar half …show more content…
I told myself that priorities come first. When I began to save, I was saving up for a new bike; however, life got in the way. The economy got really bad. All at once, my dad got laid off, gas prices went up, the washing machine broke, my mom was a stay-at-home-mom, and my lunch money check was smaller and smaller each week. Money was an issue that just hung by a thread ready to get snipped.
I was old enough to know that hushed tones, the nail-biting, and stressed-pinched eyebrows that both my parents shared was my sign that my parents were barely making through the week. So I did the only think I thought was right to do. I dumped my mason jar upside down, and began to count. One by one, until I reached my total: $67.95. I donated each penny to the cause, and sacrificed my dream bike. My dream had to go on pause of a bit, but I did that because that was life. Life is full of