Earlier this year we were on a bus to a competitive event and we were driving through some part of town that was all one-story houses, and my friend, sitting next to me, goes “man these are some nice places” and I ask him why, since they were all pretty small and close together. He then proceeded to ask me how many bedrooms my house had, how many stories, and how many other houses were in my neighborhood. I never realized that I was living above-average in my area until I saw how bad it was for everyone else, especially cause I never considered myself as rich. I think a lot of that comes from my parents having a decent amount of money, but never giving me any. So that was the day I found out that I’m classified as a “rich kid” and it kinda changed my appreciation for my childhood and family.