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When I was a little girl, I remember the exact moment I came into the conscious realization of money, its existence, and the implications of its existence. My mom was never the type for self-pity, but she did like to drop little quips here and there throughout my childhood about how my dad’s side of the family spoiled me and made me think that “money is no object,” and even though I didn’t even know what that phrase meant at the time, I certainly knew what emotion she was intending to evoke with it.