Someday in the future, I hope my child asks me stories of my childhood.
I know I'll start with a smile and end in tears.
When I was young, I had the best childhood that won't even trade it for the world.
I grew up far away from the madding crowds but surrounded by the best people.
We had towering trees and golden rays of light peering through the leaves. Birds perched high on the top chirping and singing the day away. We look up and smile and want to climb up and see the world from high above. We ran around playing hide and seek with our enchanting laughter echoing through the forest. We pick nuts from the wild, wild berries and wildflowers to adorn our hair and around our necks. We get to smile and laugh and live without spending a single dime.

Now my child has to grow up in a different world, it feels like I'm having a nightmare just by the...