i'm poor. my dad had money for like three years of my upbringing. but that's it. i don't mind being poor except for the medical issues end of things.
always been poor my kitchen table is a door with legs...lol my parents were semi well off but i'd always struggled..i have enough to get by on..but thats it.. but i'm prety happy & doesnt that make me rich?
I'm poor, I'm not aloud to go the movies because we can't afford the ticket price...granted that isn't THAT much of a problem, but if I want to spend a night out with a ladyfriend then I'm pretty much effed because there's nowhere to go that doesn't charge alot for stuf
my family used to be poor. when i was younger, still in elementary school...collecting cans was a means for dinner... but now, were steady middle class...
the funny thing is, my prents both worked & made good mony.. but counted every penny & were rather stingy, i've always been poor, but very generouse, i've never had a problem giving away my last dollar..isnt it funny how the less you have..the less your attached to things? and the less your attached to "things" the more freedom you enjoy?
Yeah. I'm perfectly happy living in a trailer. My life is so much fun, and the thing is I'm actually LIVING and not worrying about money
I just get tired of people inviting me to go places and me not being able to go because I can't afford to get in...
my parents seperated when i was eight and both of them are poor my moms thirty eight and going to college (go mom!) but she was middle class before and my dad is in MAJOR debt but he doens't show it and he still gets me and my bro alot of the things we want .....ive always been lucky, i guess cuz im not to low on money and i still have fun!
try traveling across country in a car big enough for 6 seat belts but cramming 9 people in it. Having 9 people live in trailer with 3 bedrooms & 1 bathroom.
I am poor, but lucky. I always seem to be able to come up with some cash if I need it. Maybe I am just resourceful. I work my ass off to get the things I want and need. When I was born, the superstitious woman living next door to where my parents lived in New York, placed a dollar bill in my hand. This was supposed to mean I would have good luck with money, and it may have worked. Who knows.