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  • Hiking through a temple complex in Siem Reap, I saw some children playing near one of the large, stone gateways. A boy was swinging on a vine, the girls were pushing him around the tree; they were all laughing and having fun. When they saw me, they asked me for money, and I told them I'd give them a dollar each of they let me take their photo. Right before I snapped, the smallest one threw up a peace sign.

    It made me think about kids in America, with all their material possessions, games, opportunities. I wished I could have brought over my own young nephews and nieces and shown them how it is to grow up in some other countries. These kids were healthy and happy, despite being poor.
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