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40 Things That People Thought Were A Luxury Because They Grew Up Poor, Shared In This Viral Reddit Post
If you grew up poor (or at least relatively poor), some of the things you and your family did (or didn’t do) because of this have probably stuck with you through the years. Even if you’ve found a better life and aren’t poor now, it’s quite likely that you still remember all of the things your family did differently compared to some other well-off families.
Well, Redditors have recently got together to share their stories on this topic. Reddit user u/SnooBeaz went to r/AskReddit to ask everyone who grew up poor what was a thing that they considered a luxury. Over 26,000 people responded in the comments (and the post itself got over 60,000 upvotes), explaining some of the most interesting things that they considered a luxury back in the day.
Bored Panda has collected some of the best answers and made it into a list. Scroll down to read them all, and upvote as well as comment on the ones you liked or related to the most! Oh, and if this isn’t enough, you can check out our other list on the same topic here.
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#1
Mom's are the best, she is a boss. My mom was single and I was the youngest of 3 children so I only ever got hand me downs. At Christmas time we couldn't even afford a tree so she made one out of lights on the wall and asked us each which 1 present we wanted the most. She somehow always made it happen. Years later she told me it was her lunch money she saved for weeks by not eating. She gave everything for us and always did her best. My mom lost her battle to colon cancer in July of 2017. She fought for 3 years and went through 7 rounds of chemotherapy. I was lucky enough to be there and take care of her during it all and was with her the moment her heart stopped. It warms my heart to feel so much love from you all and helps me to know that humanity will always prevail. Please stay safe and continue to be amazing human beings.
Guy on the internet 3 years ago
It really hurts to hear about this. I'm sorry for your loss. Rest in Peace.
Grumble O'Pug 3 years ago
I am crying. Mom's like this are so in need of help. She shouldn't have to have starved to buy christmas presents.
Christopher Bowers 3 years ago
Glad you had her in your life and she is still with you in many forms. Cherish those memoroes and share them with family. Its those things like that that we consider our greatest treasures in life.
Journey Maze 3 years ago
My family puts an angel on the tree for a star and we manly make the stuff
Louloubelle 3 years ago
My kids, my husband and I aren't starving, but I hope I can be on tenth as good of a mother as this.
Gigi Baldez 3 years ago
Your mom was the definition of the word "mom"! Amazing woman, role model - cherish your memories.
Jo Ellen Washburn 3 years ago
I am so sorry for your loss. What an amazing woman. Unconditional love. I am glad you were able to be with her too.
FunFactBot Requiem 3 years ago
Aww that’s so sweet. We have an artificial tree that we’ve been reusing for the past 5 years, but some of the lights went out and we can’t even afford decorations this year. I’ve been saving up, and I might buy my family some Christmas ornaments, or I might help my siblings make some using paper (I don’t wanna do fun facts or jojo references anymore. Comment on my latest post and reccomend what I should do instead that won’t get boring)
lenka 3 years ago
Your mum sounds like mine. We used to go out into the forrest and 'steal' a little tree, or sometimes we would decorate one of mums house plants. We always made our own decorations by making paper hangers and stringing coloured popcorn together. Real trees were for rich people. I dont know how mum managed to put together the Christmases we had as kids. She never ate breakfast - always told us it was too early for her to eat and she would have something later when she had time to wake up, but she never did.
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#2
I don’t know if anyone can relate, but in about 3rd maybe 4th grade, me and my twin brother had a music class where we were both required to buy a recorder. (Like a plastic flute thing) well my mom said we didn’t have the money so my twin brother and I tore the whole house up in search of $6 for two recorders. We brought a ziploc bag full of change pennies, nickels, dimes etc.
I think the teacher felt sorry for us, cause she paid for our recorders when the rest of the students left the room. Gave us the ziploc bag back.
Thank you Mrs. Albrecht
#3
In high school, my boyfriend (who became my husband) and his family picked up pretty early on that I was poor, and that my family was pretty dysfunctional. They really let me into their family and took care of me in a sweet, not pity, way.
I was super into art, so his mom found a neighborhood art teacher that did like basically small group art classes and it was so so cool. Anyways she usually charged like $100 for all the supplies, time, etc. My mom knew how excited I was, and I never asked for anything so she told me to ask the teacher to wait until her next paycheck. The teacher was like “sure!” By the time I brought that check to her, I think my boyfriend’s mom talked to her, and she ripped it up and said I got a “scholarship” for the class. Honestly it gives me such good vibes thinking about it till this day.
#4
Grew up pretty poor in Arkansas in a trailer. I literally got a door to my bedroom for Christmas one year. It probably still was the best gift I ever received.
#5
My parents won 1500 bucks at a lottery once. They bought a new sofa (to replace a 25yo sofa), a phone, and we went to a mid-range steakhouse, first restaurant for whole family. I was 20.
#6
School parties where everyone brought something to share for lunch.
“If you don’t bring something, you don’t get to participate...”
I brought two carrots after not being able to afford school lunch for two years. Even the teacher laughed at me. My young self just decided that day that some people don’t deserve lunch.
#7
My folks always had three meals a day for us but clothes were always a treat.
It might be a pair of pants and a shirt but my folks always made sure it was something that we were able to pick out and it always felt so special. They sacrificed a lot for it.
In fact, my Mom told me a few years ago that in order to provide that my parents didn't buy new clothes (or much of anything) for well over a decade when we were younger.
With my first real job out of school I was able to take my Dad to a shop and have him pick out a suit of his choice and get it fitted. He's confessed that it's one of the moments that's really stuck with him; he still has that suit and has worn it to both my sister's and my weddings.
But yeah, some of those feelings and habits don't really go away. Regarding clothes, they still get worn till they can't be patched anymore and I loathe to throw them away.
I gotta stop there because this is actually making me surprisingly emotional.
#9
In middle school I was on reduced school meals so it would be .40 for lunch. So my parents would always give me 2 quarters every morning for lunch, now the cafeteria would also sell cookies which wasn’t part of the lunch set for .50 each. So saving .10 each day I could afford one cookie by Fridays lunch. Good times
#10
Staying at someone's house who wasn't poor, like a relative or friend. Their house was also so clean, beautiful, pictures on the wall, knick knacks on the counter, and carpet you could play on because it was clean.
I spent my entire teenage years hiding where I lived.
#11
Going places during school vacation. The kids would be all like “what!? you’ve never been to xyz amusement park!?” No, Trisha. My family doesn’t even have a car.” Which is another luxury to me.
#13
I remember in 8th grade on my birthday at school one of my teachers asked me what gifts I had received. He asked in front of the whole class, I excitedly shared that I would be getting contact lenses. My parents let me choose one thing that I wanted and I desperately wanted to stop wearing the broken glasses I had, which I usually didn’t wear. One of the boys in class made a comment like “contacts aren’t a present..?” And my teacher had to explain to him- again in front of everyone- that for some families they were too expensive not to be a luxury. After that experience I worked two and three jobs in high school so I could buy myself and my brothers the things we needed. The first thing I bought with my money from my first job as a hostess at a diner was a queen size bed because my twin mattress was about 20 years old and at 15 I was having back problems and issues with rusted springs poking me.
#14
Christmas presents.
I was a kid and one year for Christmas when I was young, before I could recognize that I was making any kind of larger point, I said that I wanted my parents to just give my presents to the kids who didn't have anything. But I didn't know that I was one of those kids. I wonder what they thought when a kid said that to them. I wonder if it hurt them or inspired them.
#15
Until the age of 12, I thought that you weren’t allowed to buy things that weren’t on sale. My mom only bought things when they were on sale and/or she had a coupon, so I thought that the “non-sale” items weren’t being sold.
#17
My Mom had 7 children in 10 years, 1950-1960. I remember having a whole bottle (those smallish glass ones that came out of the machine for 10cents) of soft drink to my self instead of sharing 1 bottle between all 7 of us. I was perhaps 5 years old. I still remember this as the best thing ever.
#18
A hot shower. Cold showers were always available, but when you scraped enough cash to get some diesel fuel and get the burner to kick on long enough to have a hot shower man, absolutely nothing better.
#19
New clothes.
I grew up pretty poor (no TV, no toys, but had a Sears catalog). My dad got in a serious accident when I was in 4th grade and almost lost his life. He won a small settlement from the community college he was working at and I was able to buy new clothes for the first time in my life. Before this all I ever had were hand me downs from my cousin and donation clothes from the church. Most were worn to the point of having patches on the knees.
The worst part about getting new clothes for the first time is I felt terrible the whole time picking out new clothes because I always felt like a financial burden to my parents. I remember going to Miller’s Outpost and picking out typical 80’s clothes (OP, TnC, etc.).
It’s funny how growing up poor affects my everyday choices, for better or worse. I’ll never outgrow some of the feelings I had as a poor kid and I feel for any kid who has to endure a childhood of poverty. It will affect them and their choices for the rest of their life.
#20
Restaurants were definitely somewhere at the top of my list. I lived through the tail end of Apartheid in South Africa so we weren’t allowed into restaurants. Also, non-iceberg lettuce. Dairy products, like a full glass of milk, cheese, cottage cheese, yogurt, flavored milk. Lawns.
A dining table and family meals at the table. Vacations that didn’t involve staying with relatives.
#21
Pancakes
But now as an adult and knowing how cheap pancakes really are, I think my mom just didn't want to make them
#25
Being allowed to turn on the heat during the winter, and also being able to hire a professional to fix broken appliances, plumbing, etc
#30
Honestly didn't know that pasta roni was 1$ until I was a grown ass man. I thought that was some gourmet s***.
#31
McDonald's
Clothes that fit
Soda
Having a toy that other kids thought was cool
#33
Taking a bath. I mean we bathed every night, but it was by heating up water (that we would go to the park down the road to get in 5 gallon jugs) and filling up a mop bucket to wash off with. Staying over at a friend or family members house and getting to take an actual shower was amazing though.
#35
It's a long time ago - but when I was young (about 6-8 years old) back in the early 1960's we had meat once a week for the family dinner - on Sundays.
#36
For my school's spirit week, they had a "thrift shop" day, where most everyone dressed in old ratty clothes, or the weirdest stuff they could find in a thrift shop. Needless to say, as someone who's clothes were 80% second hand, it was an eye opener.
#37
Renting a movie from blockbuster the first weekend of every month. My brother and I got to pick any movie we wanted as long as it wasn’t rated R. On really special nights, we even got a 2-liter bottle of Sprite for the family to share.
#38
Having breakfast. It's gotten to the point where I can't eat in the morning because my body is so used to waiting
#39
Air conditioning.
Sometimes we had a jacked up old window unit that would cool down my parents room on the hottest of summer nights and we would sleep in sleeping bags on their floor.
Sometimes it was broke.
Sometimes it just wasn't hot enough to justify running it.
Never during the day though, that's what the library was for.
#40
A new winter coat. I don’t remember having a new winter coat until I was probably 14 or 15, they had always been hand-me-downs from my cousins. They were usually at least ten years old by the time I got them and the stuffing would be all clumped up.
What do you think ?
Tiny Dynamine 3 years ago
I grew up fairly poor, but not struggling to survive or anything. As a young adult, I'd sometimes ask my nan if she could lend me any money (you know what nans are like, they give you it and don't expect it back). To me, it was always lending and I never forgot it. Years later when I had money, I gave her a Xmas present of a cheque for £200. She and my mum used it to have a holiday together. My nan died a couple of years later. I'm so glad I did that.
Shelp 3 years ago
I think that they have been removed because I didn't see any. Maybe "Robert Catte" is one of those very old and technologically unaware folks who are sometimes made fun of on BP. Maybe he genuinely thinks that it's a good think to answer. Or maybe he's a foreigner with other cultural norms. I had a friend from Cameroon who also would answer "okay" without the slightest sign of emotion when asked something. Or maybe I'm just thinking about this too much.
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Bisexual bean 3 years ago
mine is having my house. my family bounced around and never had any friends. My father had trouble getting a job, because of his limited english. one day, some kids were playing with some matches they ound and set fire to our house. it was ruined, and we coundnt buy a new one. we were homeless for about 3 months. then, we found some nice people who took us in. I am forever grateful. We are currently living with them and They are the nicest. they have the money to support us and words cannot express how grateful i am.
Tiny Dynamine 3 years ago
That's so great of them. I wish you the best for getting things sorted for your future.
Load More Replies... Guy on the internet 3 years ago
I can relate to almost all of these. My family grew up poor. My mom and dad worked hard day and night for their children. I really know the value of money now, and I am so grateful for my parents. Now that I'm an adult, whenever I see somebody on the sidewalk, I take them home and offer them a cup of tea or water and give them a place to stay for the night. It's not much, but you do what you do, right? One day I plan on opening a homeless shelter. One day.
Bender Bending Rodríguez 3 years ago
I can relate to so many of these. Ahh the memories I can do without.
M O'Connell 3 years ago
Many, many years ago I was invited to a sleepover at a wealthier friends house. I was having a good time until I noticed that I was the ONLY person there who had holes in the bottom of their socks. For some reason that mortified me. Now I am happy to say that once socks wear through on the bottom, they get turned into rags. I don't have to keep wearing them like that.
Kari Panda 3 years ago (edited)
Oh, the memories :D I never threw away socks unless the hole was at least 5 cm large. Once a new friend invited me to her family‘s house for a game night, and her brother mocked me about the holes in my socks all night and eventually brought me a new pair from himself because he couldn’t 'bear' it anymore. I was so annoyed about his attitude. Now I‘m married to him and he makes me throw away my socks whenever he spots a hole in them.
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Bleeding-Angel 3 years ago
I think this is very cool. My dad grew up very poor and considered things like these as luxuries. I wanted to learn more about it so I can help people in need. No one should have to go without basic necessities and no one should be living in squalor, I'm sorry for all of you but it's wondeful to see these luxuires you recieved and stories. Thank you, I've learned a lot.
Nemopoint 3 years ago
Buying nice underwears. Not the 5 pack in stores, but a real ones, with a matching bra perfectly sized. Just feeling pretty and be the only one knowing why.
Wendillon 3 years ago
ah this one! It didn't matter that nobody else knew because you felt awesome.
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M O'Connell 3 years ago
Being poor isn't a bad thing. It gives you an appreciation for luxuries. Unlike rich people, who have no concept of how good they have it, and don't appreciate any of it.
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Ivana 3 years ago
Dang you all, almost all of these fit my childhood completely. Some hit home hard. You know the great thing about growing up in trailers and being homeless? I grew up and took a ton of risks and I succeeded in most because I knew if I failed I was in deep trouble. But I also knew if I failed the worst that would happen is me being homeless again and I was pretty use to that. One summer my husband and I would split one cup of rice a day, did that for 4 months but we were able to pay rent so it was a win for me. Our crazy Saturday nights was going to the gas station and buying a four loko because they were cheap. Also, tip for struggling parents, I didn't know I was homeless until I got older. My mother told me that the homeless shelter is where people went while their new home was getting ready. Found out when my friend's horrible mother told me when she dropped me off after school. I still hate that woman.
Abhainn 3 years ago
I cannot say that I have experienced what you have gone through, but I have nothing but respect for you. I know it can be so hard. Keep fighting, friend! All the best, and Love from Upstate NY
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Shaista 3 years ago
for me it was heating; i grew up pretty poor in north england and my dad had severe depression, paranoia and schizophrenia so he couldnt work as he was mentally unwell, and my mother had chronic fatigue so she couldnt get out of bed for days. this meant we couldnt afford heating as all the benefit money went on food and water. I remember having ice cold showers and having to sleep in coats we got from charity shops because the electric was too expensive. When i was around 11, my dad got better, got a job as a taxi driver and for the first time i actually experienced what is was like to shower with hot water.
Helen Haley 3 years ago
Milk was a luxury, no clothes that weren't hand-me-downs, shoes always too small, only furniture was one bed and a small tv on the ground.
Carrot dude 3 years ago
Bro why is everyone dissing on Robert Catte now? He literally has edited all of his comments trying to add something. We should be welcoming to our new pandas.
Mimi777 3 years ago
I learned to wash and re use everything, plastic baggies, aluminum foil, etc. We wouldn’t throw anything away until it was completely worn out. My boyfriend grew up with both parents having really good paying jobs. They had 3 kids and they definitely didn’t struggle for anything. There are several things he does that I consider wasteful but I don’t say anything because it’s not my money. But occasionally over the years he has noticed me re using things a bunch and not throwing out anything until I use the very last drop, like cut open a lotion bottle and get every last bit out. He was confused as to why I did all that.
dandelion moon 3 years ago
Having to go with a small coat that doesn't fit and barely keeps you warm until it's your year to get the new coat. One year my brother gets the new coat, then the next year it's my turn, and so on. Honestly I think if you removed everything in our house that was paid for/given to us by a family member with more money, we would have almost nothing. I'm so grateful for my extended family that helps us out with the things we struggle with
Christina Krueger 3 years ago
Buns. We used loaf bread for everything. Hot dogs, hamburgers, garlic bread, sandwiches, toast, French toast, . . .
Csilla Kaszas 3 years ago
I can relate to some of these stuff: not shopping at the mall, not eating out... Growing up, every time I asked for something I felt my mother sighing. When I grew out my child bed (10-11yo), for years I slept on a pullout sofa, and then on an old mattress on the floor. I was 16-ish when I realized that it was not okay and started 'campaigning' for a real bed. Still, when I finished university, my parents helped me with the down payment for a condo - so I paid mortgage instead of rental fees. So it's not like we were actually poor, my parents were frugal, probably because their parents had been poor, for real. Buying a condo is a financial investment, while buying a bed is... investment in a child's good sleep and spine health, which was apparently not a consideration? Well, I guess it wasn't a consideration their parents could have afforded, so it just didn't cross their minds. Still, when I'm thinking about it, it astonishes me anew.
Monika Soffronow 3 years ago
I can relate to growing up with frugal parents. My grandmother lived until she was 95 and when I visited her together with my parents and my son, it was very easy to see who had eaten on which plate at the end of the meal. My grandmother's plate was so clean it could almost be placed in the cupboard without any cleaning, my mother's plate had some slight traces that let you know that there had been food on it, you could probably guess what we had been eating from looking at my plate, and then there was the plate of my son with leftover pieces of food on it. Four generations, four different attitudes to not only food but resources in general.
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Patrick O'Harris 3 years ago
I've never been in a situation like this, my family is more (somewhat) upper-middle class but I remember having a friend who was terribly poor (parents divorced, mother alcoholic). He stayed over very often, ate with us. He was such a kind soul. When his mom drank herself to death he had to leave, but I met him years later. He grew up to be a well nourished, handsome guy who loves his new family very much.
kiwi fusion 3 years ago
Something that’s a luxury to me: being alive. I have nearly drowned, choked, and been impaled.
future_vet 3 years ago
My mom grew up like this. Her mom had left when she was 11 and her dad had to raise her and 5 other kids. From what I am told they struggled a lot. They used to only eat canned beans for days at a time.
Nicholas Yu 3 years ago
As a poor immigrant kid the high light of my week was having a fried egg and hot dog with a side of rice. Now when I make a breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, waffles, fruit, and yogurt...I feel like I'm spoiling myself.
Lord Mysticlaw 3 years ago
This makes me so sad. My daughter is 12 and we get by OK, I try to always give her what she wants/needs, within reason obv. But I have to be super frugal to make that happen, and I don't want her to think we're poor. So a lot of my saving money is disguised as being environmentally conscious etc. Like we don't eat meat because we're vegetarian. I don't like to buy new clothes because I don't want to support consumerism – we always have family or friends swapping out clothing because someone gained weight or lost weight or got something they hate as a gift. We don't drive a lot because it's bad for the environment. We rarely buy books because it's a waste of paper when you can just borrow it from the library. We always buy off-brand because it's ridiculous to pay more just for a name. I always buy food that's marked down for being close to expiry, because it would be wasteful if the store has to throw it away. I hope I'm doing OK and that she won't have growing up poor stories one day.
Mohammad Ammar 3 years ago
A lot of my childhood consisted of my parents telling me we couldn't afford something. I think you should be more honest with your children, they may be a bit put off at that moment, but they'll learn to appreciate all that you did for them as they get older.
Load More Replies... Monika Soffronow 3 years ago
Perceived poverty is relative. If most or all people around us are about equally hard up, then poverty is much easier to handle. Inequality is what creates problems, and I think that we saw this in quite a few of the posts above, for example when teachers did not appreciate that a student could not afford to bring food and brought two carrots, or when the classmates could not relate to lenses being given as a gift. This is a growing problem all over the world, with the wealth gap expanding. 10 percent of the richest people in the United States own almost 70 percent of the country's total wealth, meaning that the remaining 30 percent of the wealth is (not equally) divided among 90 percent of the people. And the top 1% own 45% of all global personal wealth.
Joanna VINCENT 3 years ago
I grew up in a middle-class home. I have experienced more than half of this list. I am amazed by how much some people get.
Onion rings like to make your breath smelly 3 years ago (edited)
Makes me feel more grateful for everything that I have. My parents moved to Canada when they were around 30 and now we have a 3-level house and 2 cars and all those luxuries. I thank God for helping our family to have these and bless the people that don't.
Not Proud British 3 years ago
I still discover things today that remind me of how poor I was growing up and how poor we were when our children were little. I used to dream, as a kid, of going into a restaurant. I imagined what it must be like and wow - a hotel!! That must be amazing! We wore second hand clothes and played with second hand toys. The house was cold and damp as there was no central heating and sometimes we ran out of 50 pence pieces to put into the meter. Years later as a mother I found myself repeating the cycle. My children had second hand clothes and second hand toys. When on day trips to the beach, I would scour arcade venues for dropped coins, hoping to get enough to treat us all to a chippy tea. Everything was bought on the cheap. Now I have a good job and finally we have money to have proper holidays, to eat in restaurants and even to stay in hotels! But I hope my kids have learnt the value of money. To never take things for granted and never throw good stuff away.
Paulina De La Loza Espiritu 3 years ago
I always thought i was the only one that grew up poor on the internet but i grew up to be grateful not like the other girls from school when they their kate spade bags and michel kors
Aragorn II Elessar 3 years ago
My God. I’m middle class and reading this made me realize how good I have it. I’m never going to complain again.
WhatEvenIsLife 3 years ago
I remember some of the things I thought were luxuries as a kid. Having your own room was definitely one. Being able to buy new clothes. Eating at a restaurant that wasn't fast food. But the one thing that I thought really meant someone was rich: having matching anything. Matching furniture sets, matching dishes, matching towels. That sh*t looked fancy af to me. One of my aspirations growing up was to have things that matched. I'm ridiculously picky about my bathroom towels; if they're not all the same brand/color/style, it bothers me, because it makes me feel like I'm not succeeding at being an adult.
Fairsher 3 years ago
Neglect, not really poor but food has always been a thing now that I am a mother and adult. I never had food growing up, like a jar of jam in the fridge, nothing else kinda thing. My dad would bring supper home, hamburger patty, instant potatoes, just one small serving or pizza, one piece. It's the reason my fridge, freezer and cupboards are full and my kids have never gone hungry.
Tabitha L 3 years ago
Things we were too poor to afford growing up..... Real orange juice (we always had frozen orange juice concentrate). Name brand anything. New clothes (I got 1 new outfit for school and 1 for Christmas church each year, everything else was hand me downs). Vacations. Store bought Halloween costumes. More than 2 pairs of shoes (I was the only kid on my softball team without cleats). Braces. Fresh bread (my mom would shop at the "day old" bread store, not sure if that still exists.) Take out.
lee snider 3 years ago
I got to give my mom a Christmas present. We had spent two years living in a van, and finally found a shelter. They had a program where you you pick out two gifts for your family. She got a blue sweater and earrings. To be able to give something was just astounding. I felt like the king of the world. Also, milk in cereal, as opposed to water.
Patti Vance 3 years ago
mom was awesome. and, so was the chinese family that has a little corner market w/a meat counter. le, the owner, figured out mom was struggling working 2 jobs & raising 3 kids. he called her down to the store one day & had his wife show her how to cook stir fry w/little meat but lots of veggies to save $. will never forget that kindness. also, the time i complained i wasn't taking another tuna sandwich on a field trip as it would stink up the bus (tuna was all she could afford). that day i had chicken salad. how? mom later told me she drained, rinsed tuna & seasoned w/chick boullion, mayo, celery, pepper. mom-you were/are great - miss you!
Dasha Slepenkina 3 years ago
My parents and I moved to the U.S. when I was little. They always worked so hard to give me a normal life that I didn't realize we didn't have much money - and thanks to them we're doing well now. But I remember the day my mom cleared out our bedroom and made it my bedroom. Up until that day, we all shared a room. But my mom decided I needed my own space, so she and my dad moved to the couch in the living room and I got to have my own room. It actually took me some getting used to - I was accustomed to sleeping in the same room as my parents. But I remember absolutely loving having my own space. They could have easily taken the bedroom and given me the couch but instead she prioritized creating a safe space for me. I also always got to have a pet - most of them were hand-me-down hamsters, but as an only child these were so special to me. My parents are lab scientists so once we got a hamster who had a tumor... my dad operated on her and she lived for a long time after.
tuzdayschild 3 years ago
Reminds me to never take for granted how truly blessed my life has been.
Luisa Vasconcelos 3 years ago
We don't know what kind of person is behind " Robert Catte" name. Maybe is someone with some kind of desability. Or he just have a different sense of humor, or he thinks okay, is like to say, I agree. Bored panda is well known for being a kind place. Let's keep this way and come down a bit
Tiny Dynamine 3 years ago
I grew up fairly poor, but not struggling to survive or anything. As a young adult, I'd sometimes ask my nan if she could lend me any money (you know what nans are like, they give you it and don't expect it back). To me, it was always lending and I never forgot it. Years later when I had money, I gave her a Xmas present of a cheque for £200. She and my mum used it to have a holiday together. My nan died a couple of years later. I'm so glad I did that.
Shelp 3 years ago
I think that they have been removed because I didn't see any. Maybe "Robert Catte" is one of those very old and technologically unaware folks who are sometimes made fun of on BP. Maybe he genuinely thinks that it's a good think to answer. Or maybe he's a foreigner with other cultural norms. I had a friend from Cameroon who also would answer "okay" without the slightest sign of emotion when asked something. Or maybe I'm just thinking about this too much.
Load More Replies... Bisexual bean 3 years ago
mine is having my house. my family bounced around and never had any friends. My father had trouble getting a job, because of his limited english. one day, some kids were playing with some matches they ound and set fire to our house. it was ruined, and we coundnt buy a new one. we were homeless for about 3 months. then, we found some nice people who took us in. I am forever grateful. We are currently living with them and They are the nicest. they have the money to support us and words cannot express how grateful i am.
Tiny Dynamine 3 years ago
That's so great of them. I wish you the best for getting things sorted for your future.
Load More Replies... Guy on the internet 3 years ago
I can relate to almost all of these. My family grew up poor. My mom and dad worked hard day and night for their children. I really know the value of money now, and I am so grateful for my parents. Now that I'm an adult, whenever I see somebody on the sidewalk, I take them home and offer them a cup of tea or water and give them a place to stay for the night. It's not much, but you do what you do, right? One day I plan on opening a homeless shelter. One day.
Bender Bending Rodríguez 3 years ago
I can relate to so many of these. Ahh the memories I can do without.
M O'Connell 3 years ago
Many, many years ago I was invited to a sleepover at a wealthier friends house. I was having a good time until I noticed that I was the ONLY person there who had holes in the bottom of their socks. For some reason that mortified me. Now I am happy to say that once socks wear through on the bottom, they get turned into rags. I don't have to keep wearing them like that.
Kari Panda 3 years ago (edited)
Oh, the memories :D I never threw away socks unless the hole was at least 5 cm large. Once a new friend invited me to her family‘s house for a game night, and her brother mocked me about the holes in my socks all night and eventually brought me a new pair from himself because he couldn’t 'bear' it anymore. I was so annoyed about his attitude. Now I‘m married to him and he makes me throw away my socks whenever he spots a hole in them.
Load More Replies... Bleeding-Angel 3 years ago
I think this is very cool. My dad grew up very poor and considered things like these as luxuries. I wanted to learn more about it so I can help people in need. No one should have to go without basic necessities and no one should be living in squalor, I'm sorry for all of you but it's wondeful to see these luxuires you recieved and stories. Thank you, I've learned a lot.
Nemopoint 3 years ago
Buying nice underwears. Not the 5 pack in stores, but a real ones, with a matching bra perfectly sized. Just feeling pretty and be the only one knowing why.
Wendillon 3 years ago
ah this one! It didn't matter that nobody else knew because you felt awesome.
Load More Replies... M O'Connell 3 years ago
Being poor isn't a bad thing. It gives you an appreciation for luxuries. Unlike rich people, who have no concept of how good they have it, and don't appreciate any of it.
Load More Replies... Ivana 3 years ago
Dang you all, almost all of these fit my childhood completely. Some hit home hard. You know the great thing about growing up in trailers and being homeless? I grew up and took a ton of risks and I succeeded in most because I knew if I failed I was in deep trouble. But I also knew if I failed the worst that would happen is me being homeless again and I was pretty use to that. One summer my husband and I would split one cup of rice a day, did that for 4 months but we were able to pay rent so it was a win for me. Our crazy Saturday nights was going to the gas station and buying a four loko because they were cheap. Also, tip for struggling parents, I didn't know I was homeless until I got older. My mother told me that the homeless shelter is where people went while their new home was getting ready. Found out when my friend's horrible mother told me when she dropped me off after school. I still hate that woman.
Abhainn 3 years ago
I cannot say that I have experienced what you have gone through, but I have nothing but respect for you. I know it can be so hard. Keep fighting, friend! All the best, and Love from Upstate NY
Load More Replies... Shaista 3 years ago
for me it was heating; i grew up pretty poor in north england and my dad had severe depression, paranoia and schizophrenia so he couldnt work as he was mentally unwell, and my mother had chronic fatigue so she couldnt get out of bed for days. this meant we couldnt afford heating as all the benefit money went on food and water. I remember having ice cold showers and having to sleep in coats we got from charity shops because the electric was too expensive. When i was around 11, my dad got better, got a job as a taxi driver and for the first time i actually experienced what is was like to shower with hot water.
Helen Haley 3 years ago
Milk was a luxury, no clothes that weren't hand-me-downs, shoes always too small, only furniture was one bed and a small tv on the ground.
Carrot dude 3 years ago
Bro why is everyone dissing on Robert Catte now? He literally has edited all of his comments trying to add something. We should be welcoming to our new pandas.
Mimi777 3 years ago
I learned to wash and re use everything, plastic baggies, aluminum foil, etc. We wouldn’t throw anything away until it was completely worn out. My boyfriend grew up with both parents having really good paying jobs. They had 3 kids and they definitely didn’t struggle for anything. There are several things he does that I consider wasteful but I don’t say anything because it’s not my money. But occasionally over the years he has noticed me re using things a bunch and not throwing out anything until I use the very last drop, like cut open a lotion bottle and get every last bit out. He was confused as to why I did all that.
dandelion moon 3 years ago
Having to go with a small coat that doesn't fit and barely keeps you warm until it's your year to get the new coat. One year my brother gets the new coat, then the next year it's my turn, and so on. Honestly I think if you removed everything in our house that was paid for/given to us by a family member with more money, we would have almost nothing. I'm so grateful for my extended family that helps us out with the things we struggle with
Christina Krueger 3 years ago
Buns. We used loaf bread for everything. Hot dogs, hamburgers, garlic bread, sandwiches, toast, French toast, . . .
Csilla Kaszas 3 years ago
I can relate to some of these stuff: not shopping at the mall, not eating out... Growing up, every time I asked for something I felt my mother sighing. When I grew out my child bed (10-11yo), for years I slept on a pullout sofa, and then on an old mattress on the floor. I was 16-ish when I realized that it was not okay and started 'campaigning' for a real bed. Still, when I finished university, my parents helped me with the down payment for a condo - so I paid mortgage instead of rental fees. So it's not like we were actually poor, my parents were frugal, probably because their parents had been poor, for real. Buying a condo is a financial investment, while buying a bed is... investment in a child's good sleep and spine health, which was apparently not a consideration? Well, I guess it wasn't a consideration their parents could have afforded, so it just didn't cross their minds. Still, when I'm thinking about it, it astonishes me anew.
Monika Soffronow 3 years ago
I can relate to growing up with frugal parents. My grandmother lived until she was 95 and when I visited her together with my parents and my son, it was very easy to see who had eaten on which plate at the end of the meal. My grandmother's plate was so clean it could almost be placed in the cupboard without any cleaning, my mother's plate had some slight traces that let you know that there had been food on it, you could probably guess what we had been eating from looking at my plate, and then there was the plate of my son with leftover pieces of food on it. Four generations, four different attitudes to not only food but resources in general.
Load More Replies... Patrick O'Harris 3 years ago
I've never been in a situation like this, my family is more (somewhat) upper-middle class but I remember having a friend who was terribly poor (parents divorced, mother alcoholic). He stayed over very often, ate with us. He was such a kind soul. When his mom drank herself to death he had to leave, but I met him years later. He grew up to be a well nourished, handsome guy who loves his new family very much.
kiwi fusion 3 years ago
Something that’s a luxury to me: being alive. I have nearly drowned, choked, and been impaled.
future_vet 3 years ago
My mom grew up like this. Her mom had left when she was 11 and her dad had to raise her and 5 other kids. From what I am told they struggled a lot. They used to only eat canned beans for days at a time.
Nicholas Yu 3 years ago
As a poor immigrant kid the high light of my week was having a fried egg and hot dog with a side of rice. Now when I make a breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, waffles, fruit, and yogurt...I feel like I'm spoiling myself.
Lord Mysticlaw 3 years ago
This makes me so sad. My daughter is 12 and we get by OK, I try to always give her what she wants/needs, within reason obv. But I have to be super frugal to make that happen, and I don't want her to think we're poor. So a lot of my saving money is disguised as being environmentally conscious etc. Like we don't eat meat because we're vegetarian. I don't like to buy new clothes because I don't want to support consumerism – we always have family or friends swapping out clothing because someone gained weight or lost weight or got something they hate as a gift. We don't drive a lot because it's bad for the environment. We rarely buy books because it's a waste of paper when you can just borrow it from the library. We always buy off-brand because it's ridiculous to pay more just for a name. I always buy food that's marked down for being close to expiry, because it would be wasteful if the store has to throw it away. I hope I'm doing OK and that she won't have growing up poor stories one day.
Mohammad Ammar 3 years ago
A lot of my childhood consisted of my parents telling me we couldn't afford something. I think you should be more honest with your children, they may be a bit put off at that moment, but they'll learn to appreciate all that you did for them as they get older.
Load More Replies... Monika Soffronow 3 years ago
Perceived poverty is relative. If most or all people around us are about equally hard up, then poverty is much easier to handle. Inequality is what creates problems, and I think that we saw this in quite a few of the posts above, for example when teachers did not appreciate that a student could not afford to bring food and brought two carrots, or when the classmates could not relate to lenses being given as a gift. This is a growing problem all over the world, with the wealth gap expanding. 10 percent of the richest people in the United States own almost 70 percent of the country's total wealth, meaning that the remaining 30 percent of the wealth is (not equally) divided among 90 percent of the people. And the top 1% own 45% of all global personal wealth.
Joanna VINCENT 3 years ago
I grew up in a middle-class home. I have experienced more than half of this list. I am amazed by how much some people get.
Onion rings like to make your breath smelly 3 years ago (edited)
Makes me feel more grateful for everything that I have. My parents moved to Canada when they were around 30 and now we have a 3-level house and 2 cars and all those luxuries. I thank God for helping our family to have these and bless the people that don't.
Not Proud British 3 years ago
I still discover things today that remind me of how poor I was growing up and how poor we were when our children were little. I used to dream, as a kid, of going into a restaurant. I imagined what it must be like and wow - a hotel!! That must be amazing! We wore second hand clothes and played with second hand toys. The house was cold and damp as there was no central heating and sometimes we ran out of 50 pence pieces to put into the meter. Years later as a mother I found myself repeating the cycle. My children had second hand clothes and second hand toys. When on day trips to the beach, I would scour arcade venues for dropped coins, hoping to get enough to treat us all to a chippy tea. Everything was bought on the cheap. Now I have a good job and finally we have money to have proper holidays, to eat in restaurants and even to stay in hotels! But I hope my kids have learnt the value of money. To never take things for granted and never throw good stuff away.
Paulina De La Loza Espiritu 3 years ago
I always thought i was the only one that grew up poor on the internet but i grew up to be grateful not like the other girls from school when they their kate spade bags and michel kors
Aragorn II Elessar 3 years ago
My God. I’m middle class and reading this made me realize how good I have it. I’m never going to complain again.
WhatEvenIsLife 3 years ago
I remember some of the things I thought were luxuries as a kid. Having your own room was definitely one. Being able to buy new clothes. Eating at a restaurant that wasn't fast food. But the one thing that I thought really meant someone was rich: having matching anything. Matching furniture sets, matching dishes, matching towels. That sh*t looked fancy af to me. One of my aspirations growing up was to have things that matched. I'm ridiculously picky about my bathroom towels; if they're not all the same brand/color/style, it bothers me, because it makes me feel like I'm not succeeding at being an adult.
Fairsher 3 years ago
Neglect, not really poor but food has always been a thing now that I am a mother and adult. I never had food growing up, like a jar of jam in the fridge, nothing else kinda thing. My dad would bring supper home, hamburger patty, instant potatoes, just one small serving or pizza, one piece. It's the reason my fridge, freezer and cupboards are full and my kids have never gone hungry.
Tabitha L 3 years ago
Things we were too poor to afford growing up..... Real orange juice (we always had frozen orange juice concentrate). Name brand anything. New clothes (I got 1 new outfit for school and 1 for Christmas church each year, everything else was hand me downs). Vacations. Store bought Halloween costumes. More than 2 pairs of shoes (I was the only kid on my softball team without cleats). Braces. Fresh bread (my mom would shop at the "day old" bread store, not sure if that still exists.) Take out.
lee snider 3 years ago
I got to give my mom a Christmas present. We had spent two years living in a van, and finally found a shelter. They had a program where you you pick out two gifts for your family. She got a blue sweater and earrings. To be able to give something was just astounding. I felt like the king of the world. Also, milk in cereal, as opposed to water.
Patti Vance 3 years ago
mom was awesome. and, so was the chinese family that has a little corner market w/a meat counter. le, the owner, figured out mom was struggling working 2 jobs & raising 3 kids. he called her down to the store one day & had his wife show her how to cook stir fry w/little meat but lots of veggies to save $. will never forget that kindness. also, the time i complained i wasn't taking another tuna sandwich on a field trip as it would stink up the bus (tuna was all she could afford). that day i had chicken salad. how? mom later told me she drained, rinsed tuna & seasoned w/chick boullion, mayo, celery, pepper. mom-you were/are great - miss you!
Dasha Slepenkina 3 years ago
My parents and I moved to the U.S. when I was little. They always worked so hard to give me a normal life that I didn't realize we didn't have much money - and thanks to them we're doing well now. But I remember the day my mom cleared out our bedroom and made it my bedroom. Up until that day, we all shared a room. But my mom decided I needed my own space, so she and my dad moved to the couch in the living room and I got to have my own room. It actually took me some getting used to - I was accustomed to sleeping in the same room as my parents. But I remember absolutely loving having my own space. They could have easily taken the bedroom and given me the couch but instead she prioritized creating a safe space for me. I also always got to have a pet - most of them were hand-me-down hamsters, but as an only child these were so special to me. My parents are lab scientists so once we got a hamster who had a tumor... my dad operated on her and she lived for a long time after.
tuzdayschild 3 years ago
Reminds me to never take for granted how truly blessed my life has been.
Luisa Vasconcelos 3 years ago
We don't know what kind of person is behind " Robert Catte" name. Maybe is someone with some kind of desability. Or he just have a different sense of humor, or he thinks okay, is like to say, I agree. Bored panda is well known for being a kind place. Let's keep this way and come down a bit
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