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Childhood wasn’t always about store-bought toys; for those with little, creativity and resilience defined the experience.

Finding trumpet worm nests in the dirt became more than just play—it was an adventure, a symbol of joy in simplicity.

While wealthier kids had video games, we had nature and imagination. Competing to find these tiny wonders helped us escape life’s hardships and taught us resourcefulness, creativity, and community.

Those humble beginnings shaped who we are today: resilient, grateful, and able to find beauty in life’s simplest moments. A tough childhood didn’t break us—it made us stronger and more appreciative of what truly matters.

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