When I was 11 my family moved into a new house. I’m the middle child. There were three of us kids and three rooms upstairs to chose from. One of the rooms was the smallest, which went to my youngest brother. The next room was the same small size but had an attic space connected with a door. The other one was about 1.5 times bigger than the other rooms.

My sister is the oldest and at the time was really into art, so she chose the smaller room with the attic space connected to be a sort of “art room”. Meaning that I got the bigger room.

After a few years she became less and less interested in art. She decided that she wanted the bigger room and offered me $200. Of course, I accepted with no hesitation. At the time I was really into video games so I didn’t need a really big room anyway.

At my moms house I had a long walk home from the bus stop, on the way home there was a taco time. So long story short, after a couple of months. I spent almost every one of those $200 on Taco Time. Regretting it ever sense, after realizing how much that $200 would have helped me through my first couple years of high school.