Pretty much my child hood, and honestly it wasnt that bad. I spent most of my childhood running through the woods barefoot until my dad got cable one year lol. I think all humans should have the opportunity to grow up in the woods like that, it gives you a unique outlook on life.
My dad made sure to let us know how "privileged" we were compared to alot of the poor in southern ohio. He used to take me and my siblings over to this couples house that he met through community action. Wed usually mow the lawn or pick up trash stuff like that.
They were both 80 years old, the husband had severe diabetes and lost both his legs below the thigh. She was severely blind and could not see anything.
They lived in a literal wood shack ontop of a dirt patch, no running water, no plumbing, just a bucket to shit into in the corner. I couldnt imagine how fucking cold it would get during the winter in there.
Funny thing is they really loved each other and were happy, it did not matter to them that they did not own anything but a shack. He died at 90 and she went a year or two after him.
Prolly millions of people still living like that in the appalachian region... prolly not much different from what the ghettos are like minus all the gang culture.
Instead we got the heroin white boy pants falling down culture.
Pretty much my child hood, and honestly it wasnt that bad. I spent most of my childhood running through the woods barefoot until my dad got cable one year lol. I think all humans should have the opportunity to grow up in the woods like that, it gives you a unique outlook on life.
My dad made sure to let us know how "privileged" we were compared to alot of the poor in southern ohio. He used to take me and my siblings over to this couples house that he met through community action. Wed usually mow the lawn or pick up trash stuff like that.
They were both 80 years old, the husband had severe diabetes and lost both his legs below the thigh. She was severely blind and could not see anything.
They lived in a literal wood shack ontop of a dirt patch, no running water, no plumbing, just a bucket to shit into in the corner. I couldnt imagine how fucking cold it would get during the winter in there.
Funny thing is they really loved each other and were happy, it did not matter to them that they did not own anything but a shack. He died at 90 and she went a year or two after him.
Prolly millions of people still living like that in the appalachian region... prolly not much different from what the ghettos are like minus all the gang culture.
Instead we got the heroin white boy pants falling down culture.
My dad told me once "We didn't know we were poor until the social worker told us we were."