I always felt bad that we had to raise our kids on a shoestring. When my kids grew up I apologized for not being able to provide very well for them. One of my daughters looked at me like I was crazy. Mom, she said, we were the richest kids in the valley. We had chickens and goats and bunnies and ducks and geese as well as dogs and cats. We had fresh vegetables and berries. Dad would work for hours scrounging together old dirt bikes and booney cars and repair them so we could ride all over the trails. We always had something fun to do.