Growing up in the projects.....Was I poor?

104th street, and park avenue, apartment 11 E was my childhood apartment. Dewitt Clinton Homes. It was a 1 bedroom apartment for me, my brother, my mother and for a short time my father. Statistically I grew up in a low income home. It didn't feel like I was poor or of low income though. There was always food on the table, clean clothes for me to wear, and a comfortable bed to sleep in. Growing up in the projects was not bad at all. The media portrays public housing throughout America as these small barricaded areas that are somewhat like small war-zones. To me, it was just regular. As I stated in the last post, East Harlem has the second highest concentration of public housing in America with over 20 housing projects. It especially didn't feel like I was poor because of this. Everywhere I looked, there were people living in the projects or small tenement buildings. They were just like me, I thought as a child. They were the same color, or the same race. Everywhere I looked. Blacks, Puerto Ricans and on 116th street, Mexicans. They spoke the same language as my grandparents. So no, I didn't think I was poor at all.