I was born a poor black child...
In rural Arkansas, the rich kids went to college and the poor kids went to work. I drove tractor and other related (sweaty) duties from the time I was old enough to reach the tractor pedals at about 12 until I was 19. I did this because my family could not afford to buy the school clothes everyone else had. I played basketball in K-Mart slide arounds (those gym shoes that the soles didn't grip anything and turned yellow in about two months) because my family couldn't afford the $12 for Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars. They only came in white back then. I wore a lot of hand me down clothes from my cousins and my mom sewed a few shirts for me. She even made a decent attempt at one of those chambray shirts with the western scene embroidery on the back shoulder part. But I still got laughed at. Nobody from the local colleges ever came to my high school and explained that student loans, grants and scholarships were available to kids like me. Nobody. I remember for Christmas money, my job when I got home in the fall was to pick up pecans from the 11 trees in our yard which we'd sell for $6 a pound. In the summer when I was too young to drive tractor, I'd mow other people's yards along with my dad and uncle for $5, of which they'd get two dollars each and I'd get one.
I realized that I didn't have much of a future in Arkansas, so I enlisted in the Air Force; I wanted to see the world. Where did they send me for my first duty assignment as a jet engine mechanic? Columbus AFB, MS - 4 hours from where I grew up. I volunteered for world wide overseas and got Kadena Air Base, Okinawa when is where I started to fly in the Aero Club. After my goals of getting my bachelor's degree, making at least E-7. I cross trained into ATC after 10 years as a jet mech. I retired from the Air Force after 24 years and got a job with the DoD as a controller. Only then was I financially able to buy a plane and finish my pilot's license.
I wanted my kids to have more than I did so I paid for their college educations, I paid for their first beater cars and insurance. Now that they're pretty much on their own, I am proud of them. Not all the apron strings have been cut but that's okay with me and I'm still about as blue collar as one can get.