I am not ashamed of my town or state but as a kid I was beyond ashamed of the house and community I lived in - the homes were teeny little squares that were built to house returning war vets and their families. They consisted of three tiny bedrooms, one bath, a living room and a kitchen. We were a family of 10!! My mother liked to say that she was the only person who had a wall-to-wall bed.
Everyone who didn't live there called them "the projects". The first time someone asked me where I lived and I told him he laughed and said to the rest of the kids "she lives in one of those shoeboxes". I was humiliated.
My father still lives in that tiny little house and I am, of course, no longer ashamed of that or anything else. In fact, I have wonderful memories.