NO you were not trash. I grew up very poor, we had to burn donkey dung and then DONKEYS for warmth when we ran out of dung and my mother was eaten by a BEAR. But look at me now, and look at you now!!!! We are not TRASH we are giant gems in the center of a bright sparkling crown that when the sun hits it just right, it blinds people and melts their eyeballs out of their heads.