Heh..my parents were so broke they couldn’t afford a crib to put me into. The back of my head has a flat dent to this day because they laid me on a blanket on a concrete floor, in a house made of concrete. Walls, ceilings, all just concrete slabs. It was a real shit hole, but the entire neighborhood were duplicate houses, and everyone was broke. We still had fun. My parents are multi millionaires today, they got their shit together. I pretty much missed that rise to upper middle class because it happened after I moved out in 86’. My little sister grew up in the palace of abundance and it spoiled her. She was spoiled into her 30’s. It never occurred to me, to resent my parents because I couldn’t have everything I wanted. My sister got that.