My mom tried to instill the importance of donating to me when I was a young lad, even tho we were never really doing great ourselves. I still feel bad about acting a fool when my momma used to come in the room and take away all the clothes I couldn't fit
I was tight when my parents made me give away a shyt ton of comics, gamin', and wrestlin' magazines when I was in elementary school. We just didn't have the space to store all that stuff after awhile. Gave it to another family that had sons on the block.
When I got a little older, I realized how good I ate off those joints, so it was time to feed someone else