I am convinced that if you grew up with the struggle you never leave it behind.
I grew up in a house without central heat or air. We had a coal stove that heated a single room in our house. I used to have to shovel and haul 5 gallon buckets of anthracite coal into the house at 7:00am on winter mornings. Was about 55 degrees in doors during winter, and about 90 degrees in doors in summer. The electric broke in about half the house, so we could only use electric in certain rooms and ran extension cords to the others. Also, I went about three months without working sewage. I had to go outside to the woods to take a dump or hold it until I was at school or some other public place. We actually had to manually shovel out the septic tank every few years when it filled up. Those conditions never leave you once you've experienced them and I think you probably appreciate having shit way more than the people who take it for granted.
Despite all that my childhood was amazing. It wasn't all struggle, but when it was, it was a real. Wouldn't change a damn thing.