I honestly can say I never have been in bad enough shape to scrimp just to get by and had to alter my ways
My DB and I were raised by our divorced single DM. She definitely scrimped just to get by. In the summers, I remember her sending the two of us out to 'raid gardens' around the neighborhoods to get a few vegetables to add to whatever cheap dinner she was making for us when I was around 10 or 11 years old.
Of course, while stealing isn't right, she told us to look for gardens where there was an abundance. Like if a garden had 50 cucumbers growing in it, take a cucumber but leave the three tomatoes if that's all they had. If there was another garden with dozens of tomatoes, but not much else, we were to get a tomato from that one.
That was probably the worst off we ever were. I had friends who would shoplift food from grocery stores. I know stealing is stealing, but we were poor and rationalized it as doing what we had to do. Our DM was a heavy smoker, and liked to drink as well, and if she hadn't had those addictions, we might not have had to resort to 'raiding gardens' for vegetables. To this day I've never had a drink of alcohol or smoked anything.
In the fall, I would go door-to-door offering to rake people's yards for $5, and once November came around, we could make extra money shovelling sidewalks and driveways in the neighborhood. When I turned 12 I got a paper route and helped out when I could. Unfortunately, 'helping out' meant DM would 'borrow' some of my route collection $ to buy cigarettes. Sometimes I would have enough to pay for the papers, but not much left over for my monthly 'pay'.
As soon as I got my first 'real j*b', with an actual paycheck, I tried to always put 10% into a savings account if I could. I worked a few j*bs during high school and had three work-study j*bs while in college, but I doubt if I was able to save much more than $1,000 during that time. After college (which I did not finish - long story and this one's long enough) I was able to get my first full-time j*b which paid $3.35/hour. I moved back in with DM, as she wasn't in the best of health. We both contributed to household expenses, but she was still smoking and drinking away a lot of what she earned. I tried to get her to the doctor more often, but she didn't like what they had to tell her, so she rarely went.
Then when I was 24, she passed away somewhat unexpectedly and I became responsible for 100% of everything. That's when I started working two full-time j*bs to try to get the house out of foreclosure and get the bills into my own name. You grow up fast when you're the only one around and things need taking care of. (My DB had joined the Marines and was in Japan)
Around the time I turned 26, I found a much better paying j*b and then was really able to start saving. When I was 30, I read both "The Millionaire Next Door", and "The Armchair Millionaire", and the rest, as they say, was history.
While I wasn't financially fortunate when I was young, Street is correct. I feel very fortunate today. Thank you for the reminder.