OUR KIDS PAID FOR IT…. This photo popped up today as a memory, 8 years ago on this very day. There’s a lot going on in this picture I could talk about… but my eyes were immediately drawn to that rickety old playset. The one my kids paid for. I remember the day we picked it up like it was yesterday. My dad, my brother-in-law, and my kids all loaded into the truck. The used swing set was $250, and my children emptied their little pockets, one by one, to count out the money. The lady selling it looked at me with tears forming to ask, “Are they really paying for it?” My eyes are sweating now just thinking about it. They had saved. They had waited. They had worked. And they were so proud. That swing set wasn’t perfect, it needed paint, repairs, and a little TLC, but they didn’t care. It was theirs. The woman, visibly moved, handed them back about $100 and told them how proud she was of them. That extra money bought paint and supplies to fix up their new (to them) prize. These were ro...