Growing up in the suburbs of Detroit, my family didn't have much in the way of quantity of our possessions, but what we did have was each other. We went camping together, I was able to go to work with my dad and mom. My sisters and I were homeschooled with our mother at home. We always had a parent at home during the day and in the evenings we were a family that ate together, but at the expense of being poor middle class. We still had food on the table and life was good. Sure, my sisters and I didn't have a TV in the bedroom, nor did we have a finished, carpeted basement to play in, or new toys on the TV, but we were happy with what we had. When it came time to make the 3-day cross-country trip, we packed up the little we had, leaving the rest of our belongings behind, and set off in a white Chevy Cargo van attached to a red trailer and truck green and red. Gold 1997 GMC Safari attached to a pop-up trailer. I'll never forget my mother telling my sisters and me to each choose two of our buildings because we couldn't fit in our collection of toys we played Dog Town with. We didn't have much to start with and moved in with less than we owned at the time and left Michigan's ruined economy behind in May of 2007. I came to realize that living in New Mexico made me richer of Prima. My family