I am the working poor....and I am going to start to try to write some posts on here to let you know what life is like for those of us who people judge daily.

First of all, I thought I would give you some background into myself.  See, while some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths...and some are born with an average life...some of us are born dirt poor.  I was born pretty much dirt poor.  I can remember times in my life living in a small camping trailer with my family, struggling to keep electricity on and sometimes living without it, taking "cold showers" outside from a pump well, and so on.  Thing is that sometimes kids realize they are poor. I was one of those.  I tried to keep myself up as best as possible, dress nice, stay clean, and so on.  But, the things that I WANTED to do...the things that other kids actually get to do, well, I didn't even ask.

See, I loved the balance beam when I was a kid, and I thought one day I would be flipping around showing off at the Olympics.  However, our family didn't have the money for training, tumbling classes, anything--so I didn't even ask.  I think, deep down, I never really even developed a dream because I was too poor...

That is all I can get out today.