I grew up in a family with twelve children. My parents expected us to work, and we did. We had chores, animals, and a garden to work in every day during the summer. I went to college in 2000. and it was there that I really started to learn to be incredibly frugal. My parents paid for my first year of housing, and an additional amount every month for groceries. That was very generous, and more than I expected, and I am ever grateful for it. I paid for my tuition. I avoided student loans like the plague. I worked part-time jobs throughout college. I signed up for extra shifts when I had the chance. I did not spend a lot of time hanging out with people. (Maybe that had something to do with my social skills. But I was dedicated to attending church meetings and activities, which probably helped.) I was frugal to the point of it being embarrassing. But it was worth it to me. I had a roommate that would ask me what I was having for dinner because she thought my use of leftovers and substitutions was amusing. I dated a boy who noted that my clothes were plain, and he could tell that I was frugal. I tried to be generous by inviting friends to meals, but looking back on the embarrassing food I made, I wish I never had pretended to be generous. During my fourth year, I did end up taking out some student loans. After five and a half years of college, I graduated and got a fabulous internship and then job at Pixar. I paid off my loans in two months. And started being a little less frugal. Just a little.
I got married, and stopped working at Pixar when I had a baby. I am now a stay-at-home-mom with three children, and dedicated member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.