Our family were so poor:-
They were so poor that we had to paint our feet black so that other children thought we wore shoes to school.
We were so poor that we took great delight in catching the odd fly...so we could all have a leg.
We were so poor that I felt sorry for my sisters....I was born a boy so at least I had something to play with.
We were so poor that when the mobile butcher came we used to watch next doors dog as the butcher always gave him a bone...and if we saw where he buried it, we could dig it up to make soup. It was difficult eating the soup with a fork as we could not afford spoons.
We were so poor that our family lived with 'hand me down' clothes....which was hard to do as I am male and my sisters clothes never fit me anyway. I once wore one of her dresses to school and the teacher had the same sort of dress on...I don't know who was most surprised...him or me.
Ah well such is life.
Best wishes, Mike.