From The Frugal Freeway …
I’d be willing to bet that dreams of quitting peak in summer. Maybe it’s the childhood memories of eating popsicles and riding a bike around all day. Maybe it’s the lighter traffic and the scent of sunscreen. As a working parent of school-age children, I’m really feeling the pull of financial independence these days.
I grew up in a Northeastern suburb in the 1980s where the incomes ranged from lower-middle-class to upper-middle-class. Most families had a stay-at-home mom. By contrast, my immigrant parents both worked, and our childcare was usually my maternal grandmother, great-aunt, or an elderly nanny from our immigrant community. None of them drove, so we were limited in our summer activities.
As immigrants, my parents didn’t know about joining a pool or signing up for summer camp. As a result, my siblings and I spent all summer just hanging out at home and playing with neighborhood kids. There was a lot of TV-watching and boredom, to be sure, but also hours just reading, riding bikes around town, and roving from house to house in search of food and fun. Summer felt completely different from the rest of the year.