We grew up poor (6-children) and looking back I feel like such a dick for wanting more than my parents could afford. I wanted what all the other kids had and could not understanding why I couldn't get the "cool clothes" the other kids wore.
I was too ignorant to realize that we had a nice home and no longer lived on the bad side of town and there was always food on the table, nobody went hungry. I should have appreciated what we did have, instead of wanting more than they could afford to give me.
It wasn't until I was a teen that I had money from working that I could buy "cool clothes". Now I don't really care about brand name, doesn't mean a rats ass to me. Ironic, that now that I can afford it doesn't mean what it did as a teen.