Ha Ha Ha. Such assumptions made about others. I grew up in a house for 18 years until I married my 1st husband that a friend in France a young man I met on an Astrology group asked me "what was it" he had never seen such a house before when I posted a photo of it to make a point.
The point was that Michael Jackson's childhood home wasn't so bad nor so poor after all. Mine took that prize.
The neighborhood was built up sometime near the Civil War and later (near the turn of the century) parts of it - so the bricks that were the walls would actually crumble in your hands. I think my husband said they were made from sand or called sand bricks. He restored the entire front wall of my mom's home for her.
It was the back of the house I posted the photo of and of course he being born in the 80s had never seen such a thing before and didn't know what to make of it.
What my mother though was so funny and often told others was in grade school when the nun asked the children what their parents did for a living I said,
"my father drove a taxi and my mother played the horses" (she loved that one) and the tears flowed as she laughed so hard.
I didn't mind, I always knew we were very poor, but my mother never made us feel that way, we always had everything we wanted pretty much. Nice clothes were a must for her. A child of the Great Depression she insisted we have all new clothes every September when school started., and our shoes had to fit exactly whereas other people bought kids shoes they could "grow into", not my mother. She was quite a rare person in that she thought credit cards (which were new then) were the best invention because they allowed you to borrow and pay later and live a decent life you'd not be able to otherwise. IF I ever showed any signs of being "uppity", it was only in insisting to my father (a Virgo Sun ) when he'd say, "we live in an alley", I'd respond - "YOU may live in an alley, but I live on a street". I never felt "less-then" as my husband use to feel in his nicer neighborhood because he and his sister never went to Disneyland. I knew never to ask, it simply wasn't in the cards for us. At least he did have a summer vacation now and then with his parents I'd tell him.
Mom was poor but extremely generous and would simply give them away instead as soon as we outgrew them. She recounted the horror of the Great Depression and the embarrassment of having 2 shoes which were both right or both left as the church charity had given them once. When she died, her closet held unopened brand new boxes of shoes she bought online I donated about 4 boxes. She was like Gone with the Wind, and vowed she'd never run out of shoes again.
So the message is, never make assumptions about people and their backgrounds.
p.s. When we moved to the west, we took my frail mother with us. We sold that house for $15,000. and 3 years later or so someone bought it, renovated it and sold it for 1/4 million because of it's proximity to D.C. and the Inner Harbor.
One trait that Leos SHOULD have is a propensity for helping and taking up for the underdogs in life, and I know I do this all the time.
