As a kid, I never realized we were poor. I grew up in a 4 room cold water flat. At times, I thought the train was coming through the bedroom. My parents never complained. We ate simple. Today, I see these items on Italian bistro menus and laugh at the price. My parents made sure my brother and I didn’t hang out with the wrong crowd (the consequences would have been devastating to us). We picked blueberries in the swamps, grew tomatoes and onions in a garden, and picked button mushrooms in the fall. My parents made a bigger difference for me than any teacher (and I had some good ones). Parenting is a most important role.
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