Memories of the past those painful, originally I was a poor child.

For many of us, our pasts are full of both fond and painful memories. I certainly know this to be true for myself. Growing up, I was poor, so life wasn’t always easy or pleasant. But even with those hard times, I look back at my childhood with appreciation and a smile.

Although the poverty could be tough at times, there were some wonderful things about it as well. It taught me how to stretch my resources and really appreciate the little things in life – like a hot meal on a cold day, a friendly conversation with an elderly neighbor or an evening spent outdoors gazing at the stars. And I can still feel the joy that came from these moments despite everything else that was going on around me.

But what truly made growing up in poverty special was the strength of community that came from it. Despite being underprivileged financially, everyone pulled together in times of need. Neighbors shared meals when they had too little food and people pitched in to help build houses when they were needed. Those were valuable lessons I carry with me today and ones that continue to guide me through life’s difficult moments.

Looking back on my childhood days of poverty gives me hope and perspective that carries over into adulthood – reminding me that no matter how tough life can seem sometimes, you can make it through anything with resilience and faith.