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When I was growing up things are so different. Maybe that is how I have PTSD. Still, most people that I knew did not have an inground pool or even a pool membership. Going somewhere was a special treat. In my case, it was one time a year. 

I was able to dance, yet I was limited to the number of classes that I could take. I ate what my parents bought and if I did not like it, my mother was not making anything different.

This year, I get my kids for 10 days over the summer. Their father has the means of buying all of the things they want. I don’t.

I thought about taking them to a couple of local places where they could swim. I am still trying to think of other things to do with them. This morning one of them had an idea to rent ATV’s. That is not happening! 

There is still a lot of time to think about what to do and what they may enjoy. There is still time to plan. I want to have fun with them, yet there is a budget.

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