I grew up in rural Appalachia and lived in a small mobile home until I was 12. My dad worked at a local plant but was laid off, or on strike due to union labor disputes, a good deal of the time . So we lived on the eggs our chickens made, fish from the lake, and bologna sandwiches for months at a time, and my sister and I wore our cousins' cast-off clothes. Often we had no power during the spring, Summer, and Fall, because we'd get behind on the bill and they'd simply cut it off. My most treasured object was my library card, however, and that's probably what saved my life. The fact is, my "world" is relatively new to me, I wasn't born into it, and I did work my a** off getting here (even if good fortune smiled on me rather late in the game).