When I was younger we were definitely not wealthy.  In fact in my early years I wouldn’t really hesitate to say we were poor.  In 8th grade though my father had earned his degree and then my mother, hers.  After that they became much more middle class.  I don’t feel like we grew up wanting for things though.  I had all I could want.  I spent alot of time at a place we call “the Projects” which was essential rows and rows of low income housing.  There was a baseball field and basketball courts.  What more could a young person want than to ALWAYS go outside and have full teams…