I remember being a kid growing up on the outskirts of Harlem, NYC, and going over to my friends houses, who's families didn't have much money, lived in cramped conditions, and really didn't have enough food or toys to play with. I wasn't snobby or insensitive, but I did feel bad for them. When my parents split up, I was on the other end of the spectrum. When I lived w/ my mom, we were getting by on her nursing salary, and when I went to live w/ my dad (and his new family), his health wasn't good, we were scraping by on his girlfriend's teaching salary, lived on a tight budget, and 3 bedrooms for 7 people (2 adults, 5 kids, including me)
So my question is: when you were a kid, what category did you fall in? Were you jealous of your other friend's homes, toys, etc.? Or did you know other kids, whose families were not so fortunate? Did you help them, feel sorry for them, or shun them? Did either situation make you feel uncomfortable?
So my question is: when you were a kid, what category did you fall in? Were you jealous of your other friend's homes, toys, etc.? Or did you know other kids, whose families were not so fortunate? Did you help them, feel sorry for them, or shun them? Did either situation make you feel uncomfortable?
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