As I was growing up, we were too poor to afford gum. But I didn’t know the reason...
I just knew that pianos and four-poster beds were for rich kids.
An as adult, I got over a lot of that. But I still see Dad’s Rootbeer as an absolute treat!
We had a piano for a couple of years in the 70s.
Looking back, I can identify the times when we were less-well-off by what we had to eat.