We were so poor when I was growing up, the daddy would take us to town to the kickin' place just so we could lick other people's fingers. And if Mama opened the can of pork and beans we'd bite over the fat. I had a brother that was almost death. Sometimes Mama would sit us down at the table and just read the recipe. He almost starved the death because he couldn't hear word. Whenever someone would come up in the driveway, daddy would trim the driveway and make us bark because we couldn't even afford it all.