How to look poor

VanIsle

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I grew up with 3 brothers and two sisters. It seemed like everyone in town had old small houses. People down the street had 13 kids. Made our family feel small. Until I was about 9 or 10, we had a 3 bedroom house. I don't know why it was arranged this way but (my oldest sister moved out when I was 1)but my second sister had her own room and Mom & Dad theirs, and my brothers and myself shared a room. One double bed and two singles. Then Dad turned the attic into two more bedrooms (built by him). I never felt inferior to any other kids on the street except once. By that time we were all old enough to be going to school dances and everyone was getting a new dress. My folks couldn't afford one for me. My Mom worked so hard and made me a very nice new dress - sewing for hours. Not old enough to know better, I was embarrassed to be seen in it at the dance even though I did wear it. Odd how overtime, the thoughts of that dress have become so dear and the embarrassment has long ago disappeared. How I wish I could let my Mom know that given the chance, instead of feeling so upset, I would tell her how proud I was of what she had done for me. Not a single person said anything bad about my dress. It was all my own imagination.
There's been some serious and some funny talk about shoes. I spent a lot of my life buying cheap shoes. I always felt I didn't want shoes that lasted too long as I liked new ones. Be kind to your feet. Buy good shoes or you will pay later in life. I have not worn a nice pair of heels for years. I simply cannot anymore. Give me my crocs anytime. No, as a general rule I do not wear the $17.00 kind. I go to Marks where they cost over $40.00 but they are a casual comfortable shoe, good short term. I need good shoes to work in. Runners!!
 

gopher

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Minnesota: Gopher State
Don't feel bad, kid. I was born on the floor of a tin shack and grew up in the East New York section of Brooklyn which remains the worst ghetto in the City. As for clothes, all I ever got was my brother's hand me downs. Perhaps that why I have always kept my duds well spruced up as an adult.