I grew up in a trailer.

Let me rephrase that...I spent most of my youth living out of a trailer (with addition), but have also spent some years under 18 in other trailers, tents, and walk-up apartments. I shared a room with my brother until he left for college. He was 4 years older than me, so until I was 14, I shared a bunk.
I got my girlfriend pregnant while I was still in High School, she was a community college freshman. We had one more baby that made it, he was born in 2000...I was 20 years old with two kids and a factory forklift job and a bicycle instead of a car.

The older of the children is now in another State, with a real career and a whole life ahead.

The younger just finished lawyer school, Tulane Law. He's 24 years old.

He didn't grow up in a trailer...he went from small house to larger house. 

I don't know what any of this means about wealth or the American dream, or race since this would have been so much harder but our pale skin.

I do know that one lesson I've learned in life is that you have to fucking hustle.