An Untitled Work of Fiction: Chapter 3

It's Not Her, It's Restaurant

I wasn't raised by people with "careers," but rather people with jobs that were forever fleeting, rarely reliable, and guaranteed to be largely temporary. My childhood was freedom, if the kind of life a kid was "not supposed to have." Kids my age were "supposed to" be able to afford the PE uniforms, camping trips, and school lunches. I grew up poor, often in an affluent area, though we moved cities every few years, which created a feeling of isolation. Not being able to afford anything didn't mean luxuries. It meant anything, including rent. 

He would claim that he grew up in a "privileged but middle-class" household. He grew up religiously repressed, which tends to make people feel like they're part of some lesser class when usually it means quite the opposite.