I Fed My Neighbor’s Son Almost Every Day Throughout His Childhood Years – 20 Years Later, He Was on My Porch with a Box

strict.

Dylan wasn’t allowed candy.

Or pizza.

Or birthday cake.

His lunches were vegetables, homemade grain patties, and unsweetened fruit.

His mother proudly called it “building discipline.”

I called it making childhood unnecessarily difficult.

The first time I offered him a chocolate chip cookie, he stared at it as if I’d handed him gold.

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