I always wondered why in low income housing I was treated nasty. As my brother in law later explain it to us our family was called hood rich. Growing up I always remember all the amazing times we had as children. My father had a few holidays that he would so ostentatious with gifts and money. As a child I was self-assured that all my friends had the same joyous household. Later in life I found out about the dreary life some of my friends had . As I recall my childhood maybe there was something keen about my life. Christmas morning was energetic day for us four. There was nothing we asked for we didn't receive. When discussing with friends on this day what I received always became a touchy situation. Hearing the Jim Sales pull in the parking