5 STUPID HABITS YOU DEVELOP GROWING UP POOR

I guess when I move  back to Caribbean I'll be living country poor richly. 

Cause there's nothing I want more than to grow my own food, and in Guyana....that's more than possible. I walk down the streets and pick bananas and mangoes off of trees  that line the roadside. The birds and the animals eat them, and children playing in the street use the green mangoes to play cricket. 

For a lot of my childhood we were very well off, rich even. But my mother still grew her own veggies in the garden downstairs, we had all kinds of fruit trees in our backyards, we had our own chickens and our own eggs, our neighbors had cows and that's where we got our milk. 

Frikken loved that life. I wish I could eat real food again. When I go to the grocery store I tell my mom, don't buy pick up apples for me because apples ain't pose to shine.  

 

I grew up poor but didnt know it. We thought we were well off becos we went to catholic school and paid tuition...We still couldn't have anything. Juice was like gold in my house. My mom would dilute the gallon half way with water.