My siblings and I grew up poor. We ate plain food, wore plane clothes and hand me downs, had a good set of school clothes. If we wanted anything special above what our parents bought us we were told we had to earn it by getting a job. A job that we were only allowed to keep as long as our grades didn't slip. Imagine that, being taught to live within our means??? Oh and it turns out, those kids wearing the expensive clothes, just normal kids that I played with. You can't start early enough teaching your kids life lessons. Today I'm pretty damn frugal, my only vice now is good food, if I want a porterhouse, I'm gonna have a porterhouse. But I'll usually grill it at home and save myself a ton of cash.