Growing up I didn't realize how poor we were.
My parents were amazing at providing for us.
We loved watching baseball games
and I wanted to go to a game so bad.
To make up for it,
while we were at school,
mom made up tickets to that night's game and money for us to "spend".
When we got home she had set up chairs in front of the TV
and numbered them.
Gave us the tickets and money
and told us to go clean up before the game.
Come game time we lined up at the doorway,
my dad took our tickets
and told us how to get to our seats.
After the game started my parents went to the kitchen
and had a tray of hot dogs, candy and soda.
"Hot dogs! Get your hot dogs!"
We got out the money my mom made
and bought whatever snacks we wanted.
Best baseball game I've ever been to.