Some of my most profound memories of my childhood include homeless people. I guess it's an unusual upbringing, but sort of understandable considering both my parents are episcopal priests and much of homeless outreach work is done through churches. My parents are bleeding hearts (I say that with love), and much of it rubbed off on me. My dad and I frequently gave food to people on the streets. One christmas when my mom got my dad a new winter coat, christmas day we went into central park and gave his old coat to a homeless person there. My mom's first church had a soup kitchen that I helped with. I don't think a vaaaaast majority people, even people living in cities, get that much exposure that young.