Great thread. I grew up pretty solidly lower middle class, but went through a period of poverty line living from about 5th grade to freshman year in H.S., after parents divorced and mom was left with 3 young boys. Mom had dropped out of H.S. and had no real job skills beyond waitressing she'd done. But thank god, we had strong family support. I know my grandparents kicked in money to make sure we had Christmas presents each year, adn they were always there to pick us up from school on half days or in other emergencies. My mom busted ass selling ad space for a local paper, and got her G.E.D., at which point, she was able to get a third-shift bank clerical job sorting deposits or something like that. Dad was very often behind on child support, sometimes for 6 months at a time. I remember seeing one of the checks -- $88/week for 3 kids (which even in the late 70s/early 80s was not very much). I wore what the kids at school called "pro plastics," i.e., the cheap, knock-off sneakers that were NOT Pro-Keds, which was the must-have footwear BITD, and damn, I felt the shame every friggin' day. Used to be very envious of the food friends ate in their households, and just loved to get invited over for dinner to their houses, and sleepovers, so I got to eat the "good" cereals in the morning. Got free lunch tickets for school. But mom never went on welfare. Mom re-married to a good man; tough disciplinarian, but a solid, hard-working guy. They had a child together, my sister, so there were six of us in that household. Step-dad was regularly laid off for months at a time as a Union carpenter. I have no idea how they fed a family of six on what he earned (and I got to find out exactly what they earned when I had to submit their tax returns to my law school to qualify for grants and loans, despite having been out of the house for nearly ten years between my military service and college time). I don't know why I and my siblings all ended up well-adjusted and successful, but we did. I think in my case, I didn't want to disappoint my mother after all I'd seen her go through, and how hard she worked to make a normal life for us. Crazy. So yeah, I have some sympathy for kids like those featured in the Poor Kids film.