Sounds like you were blessed with a good childhood to me. I had a similar experience of family and normalcy. Best parents in the world, no comparisons between neighbor’s income. Next door lived some of the best and most generous people you would ever meet. You can’t buy that kind of childhood. It doesn’t exist anymore.
You’re right about ever bit of that. Esp. about the income thing. We had as neighbors two TV repairmen (both with two kids), a local Judge (Catholic, with six kids...), a gas station owner (three kids), and a Vietnam Widow (with two kids). There was one retired couple down the street, with a black “Scottie” dog who we kids would go visit from time to time. They had a dish of that weird, hard ‘ribbon’ candy on their coffee table, which we would all graciously accept, even though it wasn’t quite our favorite. Everyone was together, and nobody really seemed to care much about keeping up with Joneses, etc. We were all just normal, and really liked each other. People like you and I were genuinely and completely blessed.