Unlike most people, I actually grew up in a situation where we went without. So maybe that explains why I'm not as spoilt as most of the people I see nowadays. My boyfriend's mother told me a story about how she taught her eldest - my boyfriend - not to balance on the rail outside. She warned him many times that he might fall, but he kept on walking on it like a balance beam. One day she went outside and he was walking on the rail, facing away from her. She snuck up behind him, grabbed his shirt (she made the shirt, and knew exactly how strong the stitching and the cloth was) and pushed him off the edge. His nose was touching the limestone when she stopped gravity from doing what it should have done naturally. He never did it again.