Earlier in my years, when I was younger, I had struggles of poverty and living conditions, my mom didn't have a job, we lived with someone and barley had clothes. I didn't grow up in a good environment. One time someone had broke into our truck and broke the glass, we paid and fixed the window. A couple of days later someone had broke into it again and broke the glass window. At one point, we had to cover it with cardboard and tape. We all lived in one of my aunts garage, and it was a struggle. Now my mom and dad are successful, We have a two story house, two dogs, and seperate rooms for everyone. We could afford a lot of things that we couldn't back then.