I'd say my family was solidly middle class until until I hit third grade. Parents divorced, and financial implications were pretty bad. I ended up with my dad, and roped around from apartment to apartment until I graduated high school. Those years, I'd say I was lower-middle class, but only because my dad is such a workaholic and can seemingly just keep chugging along irrespective of how many hours he works. I got more benefit out of his pay than he did, and for that, I'll always be grateful. I hope to one day work myself into something resembling upper middle class where I can lead a fairly comfortable lifestyle without having to work an excruciating number of hours.