Probably about two or three years before I was born. I was a 90s baby and lived through one of the best decades in human history in terms of childhood entertainment. Nick Toons, Razor scooters, sock’em Boppers, and Pokemon just to name a few. Also cartoons themselves were the best that television had to offer. Hey Arnold, Rugrats, and Dragon Ball Z, just to name a few. If you were a kid in the 90s, you were in your PJs, eating cereal and watching Saturday Morning Cartoons, while your Holographic Charizard sat in your sock drawer so nobody was knew where it was. And your Nintendo 64 with the Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time was still warm because you threw a tantrum when you couldn’t beat the Water Temple. After Cartoons, you got your clothes on and went outside to play baseball with the boys while ignoring the girls because they have cooties and you don’t want to contract cooties, while secretly having a crush on one of them.
At the end of the day, your parents called you in for dinner because it was getting dark out and, with mud and grass stains littering your shirt, you laugh with all your friends, knowing that, after a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, you where going back to your room to play on your N64 again untill 2 in the morning when your parents are finally fed up with the noise and tell you to go to bed.
If they own a house, make at least 100k a year and can support their family comfortably, I would consider that wealthy. My father is in this bracket and he goes on vacations over seas, owns 3 relatively expensive vehicles, and still saves enough for retirement.
You don’t need a million dollars to live a rich, fulfilling life.