I grew up dirt poor in rural Canada. Our house didn’t have running water. If the chickens didn’t lay eggs in the winter, we didn’t eat. We didn’t have money for ‘extra’ things like new clothes (we benefited from donations), and fancy school supplies. We certainly didn’t have money for TV or entertainment.
What we DID have was a library within walking distance.
At least once a week, I’d visit the library and spend hours there, driving the very patient librarian crazy. I’d return home with as many books as my little arms could carry. When I saw those books stacked up on the bedroom floor, I felt rich, the equal of anyone else. Those books allowed me to see exotic places and experience new things.
Because it was a small library and I was a fast reader, I soon read every single book in their circulation. I read a Spanish-English dictionary, a book on small engine repair, and the autobiographies of successful people. Many of those successful people started out like me with no money.