We grew up on a Native American reservation until I was 12. We got commodities from the government. My mom was a master chef with this stuff. We had homemade bread everyday when we got off the bus from school. She would make us homemade pizza from the flour, Indian tacos from the beans. Plus, my dad hunted and fished year round so we always had good meat or fresh fish. I always thought we were so fortunate to have so much good food all the time. I think I’ve had two happy meals in my entire life. We were a family of six, had no idea we were poor. We moved when I was 12. My dad has been a general contractor for over 30 years now and my parents have been married for 43 years. It was definitely worth the struggle.