I was 6, I wanted something so badly, a pair of goalkeeper gloves… I used to see them everyday on my way back home , always on display in a store a flew blocks away from my house, I told my mom but she told me that we didn’t had the money and that she was sorry (I never complaint about it, actually is the only thing I remember I asked for when I was a kid) then one day the gloves were not there anymore, I asked the dependant and she said that they have sold the last pair that morning, I felt very sad, not because my parents didn’t had the money to buy the gloves, but because that was out of my hands and there was nothig I could do about it… I got home and when I walked into my bedroom the gloves were on my bed, I felt really happy and thankful because I knew, and now that I’m older I do realize, that my parents actually didn’t have much money and did a huge effort for every little thing my sister and I had… It’s funny because when you are a kid the concept of “being poor” is not what it is when you grow up, not having the money for the latest toy/shoes/whatever was bad, but as you grow up, you realize that being poor has nothing to do with money, actually is a spiritual thing…