For some reason, probably because of the therapy session yesterday, I was thinking about how we weren’t financially rich as a family when I was growing up. Then this pops up in my daily reading!
My siblings and I spent hours entertaining ourselves with non-toys and our make-believe stories. Since my father had a playhouse built for my sister and I when we were just three and four years of age, that mini-domicile moved with us to two different towns and became our go-to haven for fun. It was a library, restaurant, school, hospital, and one evening, an attempted sleep-over unit. (That didn’t work. My mom was too worried about us in the yard at night so in we went!)
We did make our own fun and were truly rich in the ways that mattered.