My family kinda hit the skids. We were experiencing poverty at that point. We all got a job, where the whole family had to work as security guards and janitors. And I just got angry.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was just a regular kid in poverty, struggling.
There was an undercurrent of poverty throughout my childhood. We lived with my grandmother in her two-bedroom flat, and I slept with my parents. We had cheap holidays, I had to save for my bike and get a paper round as soon as I was old enough.
I grew up in an era of pretty severe poverty. My parents weathered the Great Depression, and money was always a very big concern. I was weaned on a shortage mentality and placed in foster homes largely because there simply wasn't enough money to take care of the most basic of needs.
I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.
I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.
I grew up in a family struggling for work.
Like so many families, we were dealing with limited means. We weren't poor at all, but we had some challenging times financially. When my stepdad got laid off... we were really trying to find our footing for a couple of years.
I grew up in poverty. For 25 years I was fed on aid.
My family was mostly unemployed working class.
It wasn't poverty that drove me on.