Originally Posted by albania

I grew up in a third world country for half of my life, maybe I should use the pc term developing country...oh well. Vaguely I know that my parents made less than 1000 dollars a month, even though my mother was a doctor and my father was a dentist (something tells me it was much less, but I won't hazard a guess). In fact before we left our country almost went into a state of anarchy, at that time we had lost all of our life savings and were living in a one room apartment, all five of us. When we came to America my parents with graduate degrees worked menial jobs such as cleaning houses, landscaping work and even delivering newspapers. For the first four years of my life here in the US I lived in the city surrounded by I guess what could be termed impoverished minorities. I suppose that would indeed mean that I grew up poor, but I myself never once thought this. My parents never complain about conditions in America, all I ever hear is how good we have it here.