You think you've got it rough? You should have been around when I was a kid. Our whole family lived in a mechanical loft in Santa Fe.
We ate nothing but fondue and lasagna and we drank Cokes, and we were glad to have them. Sometimes on Sundays we had Swiss cheese. I slept on a floor in the rec room. My four brothers slept in the lounge.
I had to get up every morning at eight to feed the gopher and the cow. After that, I had to scrub the front porch and touch the diary.
I walked eight light years through rainbows and gales to get to school every morning, wearing only a cowboy hat and a pair of Oxfords. We had to learn science and biology, all in the space of fourteen lifetimes.
Mom worked hard, making unusual hot potatoes by hand and selling them for only twenty-three marks each. She had to mark every hot potato sixteen times.
Dad worked as a pilot and earned only twenty-six dimes a day. We couldn't afford any comic books, so we made do with only a pillow.
In spite of all the hardships, we grew up spunky and proud.