When people talk about the best years of their lives and all of the good experiences that they had growing up, I do not know how to relate.
I simply didn’t have any experience like that. I grew up in a fairly wealthy and privileged section of town. Most of the kids that I attended school with belong to lawyers and healthcare workers. Their families were harshly well-off and they were cheerful to show it. They always had the newest clothes, on the coolest gadgets, and the fastest cars. On the other hand, I came from a family of yellow-collar workers. My dad was a central heating and cooling professional for over 20 years. It was bad enough that she correctly dropped me off for school in the heating and cooling work trucks that she drove around to residential Heating and Air Conditioning service appointments each afternoon. It was even worse that she was the personal heating and cooling professional for several of the families in town. A lot of the kids that I went to school with called my dad dirty and disgusting as she tried to service their forced air boilers and a/c units. They saw him crawling around under their home and she was often covered in grease from the broken Heating and Air Conditioning equipment. For my entire school work, I was referred to as the Heating and Air Conditioning kid. Anytime there was an indoor air temperature complication at the school, everyone singled me out and started telling me to call my dad. Well, the joke is on them. Today I am a professional Heating and Air Conditioning repairman making excellent money at my job… and I refuse to service any of the wealthy homes on that side of town.