Anyone here grow up poor?

[Frackal]

Damn Ryan, I try to respect your opinions, but this time you're fuckin' full of SHIT.

Money causes problems too? Yeah, like the horrid dilemnas of whether to own a Mercedes or a BMW.

Here, I'll trade you. Give your money to me and we'll both be happy.

 

[ryker77]

I grew up poor enough to learn the value of hard work. So from my 16th birthday till now I have worked full time. Not once since I turned 16 have I had to ask for help from my partents or anyone else.

I am thankfull for my poor childhood. It installed some good values in me. So now I have as much or more than most of the one I went to school with.

 

[Lil Juicer]

I guess I grew up in a "wealthy class" but nothing was ever given to me (except my car). My parents made sure I was greatful for everthing we had because when they where young they had little to no money at all. And they made me appreciate the type of life I was raised in.

 

[Bikini Mod]

When we were little there were a lot of church and other peoples' hand-me-downs...and we were happy to get those!

As we got a little older things got better financially, but if there is one thing that my parents taught me (well, my mother anyways) was how to stretch a dollar. I remember her often times going through my father's pockets as he was in bed, passed out drunk from a night being the "big man at the bar with the boys" so that the mortgage and bills could be paid with what was left over. Now THAT was fucked up.

I always said that if I can't make AT LEAST HALF of what my old man pissed away (both my parents were off the boat and could not speak a word of english when they got here) then there is SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME. I was born here. I can speak the language. And I was able to put myself through 2 years of college (didn't finish, got married instead...but that is a whole nuther thread).

No offense Ryan, I can kind of understand how it must have been difficult to grow up void of "normal values"...but please don't sit there and say that you would rather be poor. That is out and out bullshit! Do I ever want to be sooooooo wealthy that my children will have fucked up values (ie.."do people REALLY like me for me...or is it because of my money?")? Actually, NO. I only want enough money to buy what me and my girls need and sometimes want, and enough for me not have to worry about depending on my children to care for me when they will be at an age where they should be having their own lives.

 

[Hannibal]

dont worry i am currently looking for a Mastiff
actually a Bordeax Mastiff (turner and hooch)

the english's are two skinny

Conan...I guess compared to a Bordeaux the English are a little skinny. The Bordeaux just has to much bulldog look to him for my tastes. I raise English which is why I am partial to them. I am tryin to set up a breeder/kennal operation on the side. We are not going to have a new litter till January unfortunately. When we do they are gonna be the dark brindle (black) ones that are hard to find. Beautiful animals

BTW...bikinimom...I love your posts

 

[The Ranger]

Yup....Very much so,

Both parents were disabled early from hard work...we grew veggies out of the garden, raised cows, chickens...etc.

I never once went hungry, but never had any extra either. We learned at an early age not to ask for things, simply because we knew my parents couldn't afford them, and I know now it had to hurt them as much as it hurt us....

One Christmas we got a new roof for the house, kinda sucked, but life went on. Got made fun of in school alot, simply because of the older clothes we wore, and most of this came from the " Country Club " kids....

Heh heh heh.....BUT, guess what, when we put on our football uniforms....we all looked alike, and that is when paybacks came into fashion for me.....

No offense RyanH, but there is nothing like looking down at a rich kid, with his eyes rolled back in his head, and blowing snot bubbles from the ass rocking hit you just put on him......Now they're all fat rich drunks with rude kids, fake wives, and miserable existence....

I still think I got it pretty good...and wouldn't trade with them, then or now for that matter....

Peace,

Ranger

 

[Rex]

Like ryker I grew up poor enough to learn the value of hard work and to know that I'm not getting anything I want without working for it. I also learned that I don't need a huge house, fancy new car, and being waiting on hand and foot 24 hours a day to be happy.

I think Ryan has been listening to Puff Daddy too much lately. "Mo money mo problems" seems to be the outlook you have. Complete and total bullshit. It must be so rough getting whatever you want on a whim. Give me all your money and go live in my old neighborhood, then tell me if you like it. Its the story of the poor little rich boy.

 

[HappyScrappy]

I remember going to school lunch with checks (for $1) from my mom, and then the checks would bounce (must have obviously been later, but looking back on it, the lunch ladies always treated me differently). I didn't know what that meant, but I know my mom cried a lot about it.
Then she/we went on welfare - more crying.
for several years I was the only kid that didn't even have a tv at school - even the REALLY poor rednecks that lived out in the equivalent of pojects had tvs. so when people asked me if I saw xyz on tv, I'd just lie and say yeah, it was great - even though I had no idea what they were talking about. (the first time someone asked me and I said that I didn't have a tv, you would have thought that I had just screamed out that I was going to murder the president)
I had legos and a radio, that was all I had (and I think 2 GIJoes). the radio could play tapes and I thought that was the coolest thing ever, and that was when I got into the beatles. I listened to them so much that the tapes erased themselves eventually...
all of my friends were rich... well, in my eyes everyone was rich. I'd spend most of the time at their places and I think I can count on one hand the times anyone ever came to anywhere I ever lived. I'd try to get dinner at their house, and then come back and have whatever we had at our place (it was just my mom and I).
I was always really tall for my age - 2nd grade was the first time I was taller than my teacher, and then every year after that was. in 8th grade was 6' and probably 120lbs. I got beat up all the time by all the groups - the poor rednecks, the rich white kids, the blacks, the hispanics. the only ones that never beat me up were the asian kids that always would transfer away after being at school for two weeks or so.

I could go on forever about this, but everyone... well, most everyone, goes through tough times. my dad was a professor when I lived with him and I currently make more (2X) than he did back them.
I went to college with kids that had $50 million trust funds - the CEO of coke, his son was there. The Owner of Putman investments, lived in the same suite as my best friend. The CEO of Bank One.... etc etc etc.
For the most part, they were all assholes.
My parents each make over $100K now, so they aren't rich by the standards of the kids I went to school with, but they have more money now than they ever did when I lived with them (both of them started making decent money in '99 - the year I graduated).

If I had to do it again, it would be hard to say if I would or not. everything about the life I lived sucked and I was constatnly embarassed about it, but now that I've met so many dicks that grew up rich... I don't know.
I'm not sure if it is the parenting, or that rich people tend to be more absorbed in their work and not in their kids.... I don't know.

Jackass is on, gotta run.

 

[Milhouse]

Well I can top everyone here. When I was growing up we were so poor, that everynight for supper we had whatever my dad stole from work for our supper. Problem was he worked at the toy factory. Know what it's like to eat all the pieces off the monopoly board? Everytime I see that fucking shoe I throw up. How about slinkies for lunch? Shit I still have that song in my head "It's slinky, it's slinky, it is a wonderful toy, its slinky its skinky it is for a girl or a boy" Yep and it made a good dinner too.

(Apologies to Eddie Murphy)

All kidding aside we grew up between poor and middle class. I didnt get the hand me downs because I was the oldest, so basically I was the one who got the husky pants and then when they wore down I got the first set of patched then the younger ones got my hand me downs

My Dad and Mon were divorced and they made sure we had food on the table and clothes on thier back. I have 2 brothers, one(the middle one) is a jackass who used his growing up as an excuse to do fuck all with his life, my youngest grew up during the time my dad got prosperous and became a millionaire from scratch(took him over 30 years, a high school education and many setbacks) Today I dont get any of those perks but thats ok. I am in the same biz as the old man and started from scratch just like him and am gradually getting more well off.

Does money buy happiness? Nope but having no money doesnt buy happiness either. The only thing money does is make life's problems a little cheaper to deal with.

Anf for the rich little brats who would rather be poor, well if you hate money so much take it and give half of it away, not 10 years from now once you are comfortable but NOW! If not then shut the fuck up about wishing you were poor, you insult and demean the people who are in a legitamate paycheck to paycheck struggle.

 

[plifter]

I grew up middle class. My dad could have spent more money on me but he chose not to. He never bought me a car or anyhting like that but he put me through college. I didn't own my own car until I was 23.