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My parents fled rural hometowns in other states to a suburb of Dallas. It was a pretty small town when we moved there but slowly turned into a very affluent city.
My parents always worked and always had cars, and I would say my home life was somewhere in between. I saw both neighbors in extreme poverty with messy houses, and by the time I got to high school, friends that had moved into new huge beautiful clean houses. Most of the time, both parents were college educated in these houses, and my parents were not, but they worked hard.
The parties at the rich kids' houses were nicer, but the parties in the fields with the poor kids were more fun. The rich kids were nice to your faces and assholes behind your back. The rich kids were boring, the poor kids had better stories and were more resourceful.
I'm now college educated and live in a new house, but I still don't like hanging out with the rich kids.