WarrantMan said:[SIZE=12pt]One year, my dad was between jobs and we rarely ever had any meat to eat. I remember on more than one occasion my dad would save a large gristle from a piece of meat. He would tie a piece of string to it, let me chew on it and swallow it until I felt “full” and then pull it out and let my little brother have it for a while. Tough times… But I digress.[/SIZE]
When I was a kid, we were so poor, that my parents couldn't afford gifts at Christmas time. So as not to let me feel left out, my parents used to cut the pockets out of all of my pants, so that I'd have something to play with.