My parents were very frugal. I'm the youngest of 8 kids, so I was lucky that my siblings had all grown up and moved out and they didn't have to pinch pennies quite so tightly!
I grew up in second-hand clothes. I got my first "brand new" winter coat when I was 17, and my first "brand new" ski pants at age 26! I used to love going to the church rummage sale...I could have anything I wanted! (all clothes were priced under $1)
My mom cooked dinner at home every night. We had breakfast for supper often, lots of pasta dishes, and whatever was on sale. Breakfast was cereal (generic), lunch a sandwich of some kind (usually PB and J), and dinner was cooked by mom.
My sister still laughs that for my 7th birthday, she said she was going to take me somewhere special. I got all excited and asked if we were going to McDonalds! Even better...we went to FunTown, a small amusement park. I was so excited, and she took me to McD's for supper, too!
We traveled in our pop up camper, again with mom cooking every meal, and dad and I planning our road trip around rest stops for picnics. My parents also have a camp on a lake. No running water, etc. My dad built it himself in the 1960s from scrap lumber and homosote. We spent lots of time there.
I never realized we were "poor" until I filled out my financial aid paperwork for college. I always had what I needed and a few of my wants.