A modest childhood doesn’t mean you’re missing out
I grew up with a very modest childhood. Believe me, that’s not meant to be an insult. Quite simply my parents and grandparents understood the importance of sharing their time with my sister and me. Of creating memorable experiences rather than buying us an abundance of toys which ultimately lost their value almost as soon as they were taken out of the box. For some reading this post, you might assume I grew up deprived that my modest childhood wasn’t filled with every toy imaginable. I suppose it does contradict the parenting of today where toys and “things” seem to define one’s childhood. But a study out of Germany, echoed by a recent study by the University of Toledo, makes for some interesting contrasts. In a German kindergarten class,…
