It was about seven years ago, my oldest son was seven, my daughter was five and the baby was 18 months. Xander, my oldest, was raising money for the Salvation Army. He learned how to shine shoes and would shine shoes for people after church on Sunday. He made a lot of money and was ready to donate it. I can't remember why he picked the Salvation Army. It probably had something to do with ringing the bells with his Dad at Christmas time.