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Looking back on my childhood, I realize how lucky I was to be blessed with the family I have. Knowing what I know now, I have come to understand that not every kid had the same life that I had. Not every child had a living room full of gifts on Christmas morning ....

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.... kids parents didn't have jobs to go to every day, or cars to take them wherever they needed to go, and not every family in the world had breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. He told me that I was very lucky to have all the things that I had, and that millions of kids in the world would die to have the life I had. I was still very confused about the whole situation. Why wasn't every family like ours? What did those people do wrong? My dad just said that was life . . . some people are lucky, and some people aren't. At first, I thought that all poor people were the same, but I later found out that anybody can be poor. Through the years, I ....