I remember when my sister was born, I was with my father when he paid the hospital bill. I remember looking up as my father looked into his wallet and realized that he didn't have enough money to settle the bill and asked the cashier if she would take some dollar bills instead.
I felt so guilty that time because the day before that, he bought me a pair of rubber shoes for PE class and I thought that he ran out of money because of my new shoes. I thought that because he couldn't pay the bill, my mom and new sister wouldn't be able to leave the hospital.
I was six years old when I realized that money wasn't something to take for granted or fritter away because my parents had to work for it.
It's funny how such a simple incident shaped my entire mindset about money.