I was rich. No denying it.
What's the point? Hell I still live extremely comfortably but my childhood was a whole different level.
Going to San Diego every weekend to eat and shop, going to Vegas every few months, 2 trips to Cancun, 2 to Vallarta, 1 to Guadalajara, 1 to some Disney Cruise in Orlando, 1 to San Fran, etc. Living in one of the rich neighborhoods in my home city of Mexico, we had to move every two years or so to some OTHER rich neighborhood, we pretty much lived in almost all of them, a very elite high class lifestyle, and most of my friends are still from that relatively small (still kind of big without context) high class society (Mex, but still affording all of that good shit in the US). Not that I cared or was aware of it back then, I was just a kid. But you grow up and you realize it. Do I miss it? I'd be lying if I said I didn't.
I'm obviously not upset by it seeing as how I still live pretty fucking well and I have no right to complain about anything. The house I live in is still a pretty fucking nice 2 story house, but family's not as well off as most of my friends. That's only because most of them are still rich like I was.