In my case my father was a truck driver and due to the negligence of other drivers, he bought home many things that fell off of the back of other trucks.
This was the privilege I did not appreciate. I'd lived on three continents and spoke three languages by the time I was eight years old. People always ask if we were military (we weren't). But I do consider the experiences a gift (now that I've settled in one place and stayed for 25 years).the privilege to move every few years and start over making friends
My father was the team dentist of the local NHL team when I was growing up. We had season tickets, which was nice, but as kids we got to hang out by the locker room before games and chat with players, he had players over for dinner, we got a ton of sticks, pucks and other NHL memorabilia. As a kid that was pretty cool.
Yeah my mom was a secretary at our school..every day I was sent into the hall for disrupting the class and every day she saw me while delivering the mail!My mother was a teacher and head of the discipline committee at my high school. I had the privilege of her knowing if I did anything wrong before I did it. Also, rides to school on really crappy weather days.
This was the privilege I did not appreciate. I'd lived on three continents and spoke three languages by the time I was eight years old. People always ask if we were military (we weren't). But I do consider the experiences a gift (now that I've settled in one place and stayed for 25 years).
So many things that I did not appreciate. One material thing my father brought home when he was a graduate student (in late 60s-early 70s) was stacks of computer cards and computer paper that my siblings and I colored on.