I have always wondered how sheltered I am from the ‘real world’ on a scale of 1 to 10. Growing up in Singapore, most of us have things fed to us on a silver spoon. We never really have to worry about whether we’re going to have food on the table, and most of us have parents who would do anything to give us the best of everything. I once heard someone say “Strict parents produce sneaky children”, and I might have to say that that is true in my case.

I’ve grown up comfortably in a bungalow house and several dogs. My parents have always been there for me as much as they can, and they’ve almost always provided for me. Now that I’m slightly older, I’m starting to realise how hard it is to make money, and then I look over to some of my friends’ successful parents, who own a humongous house and have several branded cars and wonder how one makes that kind of money. I have started to manage my own finances recently, and it has opened up a whole new world to me. I always tend to overspend while shopping, and while that wasn’t my problem in the past, it is my problem now. I wince a little bit inside when I see a drastic drop in numbers in my bank account. 

I’m quite glad that my parents are letting me do this even though I’m still considered young by many people. I think it’s a good start to my independent future. However, with great power comes great responsibility. My new-found freedom has led me to wanting to try new things, which I’m positive my strict parents would give me a good scolding about. This is the part where I look at my personal morals and what I’ve been taught by my parents, and then I tell myself that I’m better than that. I think this is the ‘growing up’ part that everyone talks about, and I hear it’s hard. It indeed is, but I’m getting the hang of it. Hopefully.