Thanks to the song by Wilco, I can proudly describe myself as a "Normal American Kid." I grew up in West Orange, New Jersey - an everyday suburb about 12 miles outside of New York City in a middle-class family. My mother works in the school district, and my father's worked in finance close to 30 years in and around Wall St. My upbringing was filled with playing little league sports, experiencing the trials and tribulations of growing up and experiencing high school. In the summers, there was always a family vacation, and as I got older, I started to pick up a summer job here and there.
For the most part, things were very comfortable, but I always felt the need (thanks to my parents and older brother setting the example) to earn for myself and to work for goals. Nothing that we wanted was never spoon fed, and that we had to work for.