Sheryl
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We were very much middle of the middle of the middle class. (For this country, of course). But I grew up thinking I was rich. We had everything we wanted, and rarely did my parents say no to anything I wanted - I guess we just had reasonable wants. The biggest things I remember begging for and getting were a fancy swing set, a giant stuffed dog, and later a purple "maxi" coat with multicolored embroidered trim.
We ate out once in a while, had nice vacations, all the fashionable teenage fads that my friends had... summer camp, bikes, a split level in the suburbs. When I turned 16 my parents suprised me with a brand new lime green Vega, so I was pretty sure then that we were rich.
Only later when I left home, and the suburb I grew up in, and went away to a University full of spoiled rich kids from NYC, did I find out we really weren't rich at all. By then I didn't much care.
We ate out once in a while, had nice vacations, all the fashionable teenage fads that my friends had... summer camp, bikes, a split level in the suburbs. When I turned 16 my parents suprised me with a brand new lime green Vega, so I was pretty sure then that we were rich.
Only later when I left home, and the suburb I grew up in, and went away to a University full of spoiled rich kids from NYC, did I find out we really weren't rich at all. By then I didn't much care.