Growing up in a Latino household while having both parents work minimum wage jobs was a direct cause for missing out on parts of my childhood. The financial circumstances in my household just made it difficult to purchase anything apart from food and housing. Nonetheless, my parents were able to make ends meet. Throughout my freshman year I hated having to ask my parents for money because I felt a sense of guilt within me. However, during the summer of my sophomore year I began to brainstorm ideas on how I could make my own money. I was not sixteen years old at the time, so getting a job was not an option. Also, I have always been devoted to my education and I did not want a job disrupting it. At the time I would regularly shop at thrift stores