For as long as I can remember, my parents gave me everything I wanted. If I wanted the newest G.I Joe action figure, my parents would take me to the closest Kay-Bee Toy store or Toys R Us to go pick it out. If I wanted the new Nike Jordans, my parents would take me to the closest Foot Locker or Champs store as soon as they came out. In short, you can pretty much say I was spoiled.
