I would say I grew up in a working class family because my father, the only one that works, took on manual laboring jobs all his life. He finished high school but never finished college and didn’t have any sort of educational or skill-based certificate until a few years ago. He always earned a relatively low wage and never had much possibility of moving up in his jobs. My father has held many different blue-collar jobs some of which have involved a salary, some an hourly wage. Compared to the average middle class American, my father has always earned very little; yet, he was financially savvy enough to stretch his paycheck so it could provide comfortably for my family of five. We always had more than one car, lived in a 3 to 4 bedroom house, we took family vacations every few years, were able to indulge in various leisure and entertainment activities, my siblings and I always attended outstandingly ranked schools, we lived in nice neighborhoods and owned many personal items. I think I was lucky my father knew how to be successful with whatever job he could get, and even though he didn’t earn much, we were still able to live a life like any normal middle class family.