1. Losing the Golden Spoon
I was one of those boys who were born with a golden spoon in his mouth. When I was 3 years old, my dad had cars he put on the road for public transportation, though he was riding a Vespa motorcycle. He eventually acquired a lot ... up as a wealthy man's son and being the first male child, made me have it better than my siblings. My parents, as most wealthy parents do, wished I would keep the golden spoon in my mouth for the rest of my life. They did all they could to make sure of that, of course, without cooperation from me, it would not be ... our lives at any time. All talk was supposed t...
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