Lovingly spoiled

I'm not sure if "loved" or "spoiled" is the better adjective for my relationship with my family.

I just got done coloring my hair with my mom & aunt. They told me a story about when I was younger. In China during the summer, most people are too poor to have air conditioning. So what I did as a kid at my grandmas house was open the refrigerator, pull out a chair and sit in front of it with my foot in the fridge and exclaim "Wow! It's nice and cold here!" Most Chinese families would beat their kid if they wasted electricity like that. Mine praised me and thought "Oh, this child is so smart! She knows where the coolest place in the house is."

And there lay the grounds for my upbringing. Luckily, a child who is constantly told they are smart and praised (even if they did not do anything all that extraordinary) usually ends up smarter because they believe they can do things whereas a child who is told they are stupid or scolded for doing bad in math end up giving up and never trying, therefore becoming bad in math. Now I know why I think I can do anything. =P Learn more about the psychology of that in Malcolm Gladwell books.