Story time. When I was around ten years old, growing up in tiny Wellington, I went to a friend's house, and they had a hot tub. Holy luxury. It was in that moment that I realized my friend was rich.
Let's take a look at the things that made someone seem rich to me as a kid...
When I was a youngster, around 12 years old, I got my first job. My family didn't have much extra money, so the idea that I could work and buy my own things was incredible. Here I come, Jnco jeans.
I worked at a pizza shop in Wellington, folding boxes...