Late to this thread but it strikes a chord. My father was a teacher at a VERY wealthy mid-western prep school. Even though he made squat for a salary, I grew up like a rich kid b/c the school was my home and playground. 1,500 acres overall. Almost three miles of waterfront on a big lake. A full fleet of sailboats, over 100 horses with a dedicated equine facility, a private airstrip, a huge library, an auditorium with touring acts, 13 tennis courts, a rec center with gymnasium, squash courts, rifle range, and swimming/diving pool. I never really appreciated how incredibly privileged I was until I went off to look at private eastern colleges: "Is this is all there is?" was my first reaction. It took me a while to comprehend how fantastic my upbringing had been.
As an adult, I taught for 37 years at a community college. Coming face to face with the discrepancy between my upbringing and that of my own students was the source of a lot of personal growth and learning for me. I wouldn't trade either part of my life for anything.