When I was a kid, I sometimes thought I had terrible parents. We kids
walked to school, most days carrying sandwiches we'd made earlier that
morning. (Mom didn't make our lunch. She also never bought us
Lunchables. And we could only get hot lunch twice a week.) We had to
come home right after school, unless we had basketball practice, and we
weren't allowed to stop and play in the park. My mom taught us piano
lessons and made us practice, and we had to dress up for Mass every
Sunday. We didn't play on soccer teams, didn't watch much TV, didn't
swear, and didn't buy the cool toys the other kids had...
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