I don't know about how finacially poor we were but I was 13 or so when, due to a nasty divorce, my Mom and I were thrown out and had nowhere to go. We spent what like seemed forever living with a friend..Mom and I sharing a bed that was infested with fire ants. I had welts for weeks.

I also lived in house with dirt floors, no hot water, no stove, no fridge...I had a cooler where I kept pickles and cheese...I lived on that for quite some time. I had no money. Even the sofa I slept on was not mine...and that was propped up on cinder blocks. I had a place to park myself and learned plenty. I wasn't unhappy though...I remember that time rather fondly, actually.

Michelle