Man, sometimes I'll run into a reminder that I grew up poor as dirt, haha
Man, sometimes I'll run into a reminder that I grew up poor as dirt, haha
I never got to go skiing as a kid, but in Central Europe (Czechia for sure, but probably Austria, Switzerland and Slovakia) and the Nordics (importantly where that story took place) it isn't just a fancy pursuit for rich people. I know people earning like 20000 CZK/month ($10k/yr) here who go skiing.
Downhill skiing is the bourgie hobby.
I just wore my regular clothes to class and gym class, although in winter I'd change into shorts instead of exercising in jeans. I had a coat that I wore on the walk to school and one pair of shoes. Sometimes I'd have boots, but my family could only afford/only knew about cheap crap boots that'd disintegrate pretty quickly.
It blows my mind again and again living in the SF Bay Area nowadays, watching a brand new BMW pull up to Starbucks and unload a bunch of teenagers who proceed to buy $40 worth of coffee and snacks. Those dang kids don't know how good they got it! I grew up near the poverty line in the USA, so I can only imagine what it's like for engineers who grew up in actual poverty in other parts of the world.
The swimming trunks argument still holds though.
[1] Which I would never do. My memory, as an eight-year old was, of course, infallible.