Fiji...Oh, Fiji

When I was twelve years old, I was offered the opportunity to visit Fiji and New Zealand as a part of an honor programme. I worked hard to raise the funds, by writing applications, collecting money at the family church, and even setting out "penny donations" in the local gas station. A month from the grand adventure, my grandmother stepped in to prove the remaining $1,000 I needed to take the trip. 

Two weeks before the trip, I decided not to go. Eight years later, when I got to college, we discovered my father had spent the saved money secretly.