I had a peculiar dichotomy growing up.
My parents had a house on a lake in the mountains, as Dad is a doctor, and he traded in his car every two years on a new one because he could write it off on his taxes. (He claimed it as a business vehicle.) We had a motorboat to take out on the lake, as well as a canoe and a sailboat, and that was where I spent my summers.

They drink the cheapest wine-in-a-box they can find. I wore Sears jeans until I was in my teens, and K-Mart sneakers all through high school. Dad would carry gas cans in the back of his car so he could buy gasoline in the city where it was $0.10 per gallon cheaper, and carry about 20 gallons up to the mountain house for use in the motorboat. (A savings of $2! Of course it's worth the extra effort, boy!) We heated the house with wood because it was too expensive to have any central heating, so my weekends were often spent with the sound of a chainsaw blasting my ears and the crack of the logs splitting as I hit them with the maul. Mom was an expert bargain hunter in the grocery store, so everything we ate was off-brand. Soft drinks? Why would you need that? We get water from the tap that's perfectly good to drink! Kool Aid? Sure, we can get that- but we'll just add some extra water to it, shall we? Make it last longer.

Appearances from the outside can be very misleading. My childhood was far from being posh.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 4 Mar 2011, 18:13, 1 reply)

Massive difference
Between posh, privileged, well off and comfortable. Fairly subjective too and use different criteria: money, social breeding and or lineage etc.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Sat 5 Mar 2011, 13:25, closed)

Too right
I'm in line to get a baronetcy, but grew up eating Tesco value lasagne most nights and using a second-hand Acorn to do homework. It's a very odd thing, is class. And divorce.
( John Q Wagonwheel Spent, Sat 5 Mar 2011, 15:51, closed)