My parents were against giving an allowance. They felt that I would spend it
frivelously. Instead, if there was something I really wanted and could justify why
I needed it, they would give me the spending money on many occasions. But it
was never a large amount. Sometimes it was for a comic book, or an ice cream
treat in the summer, or later in my teens, enough for a burger basket a few
miles away at the only fast food place we had at the time. Once in awhile, I was
given a nickel to buy penny candy. There was only so much that we could buy for
that amount, so it wasn't a worry for a cavity, with so little sugar. The two things
never permitted in our house, was pop, and candy and crunchy snacks. And yet, we would get a pop for a Sunday drive, or a riverside picnic. But we wouldn't get any dessert.