Re: Good old days?
Re: Good old days?
Sorry guys, they really were the good old days for me. I was an only child and lived with Mum and Dad in quite a large house. Plenty of food on the table and I could never understand why my mates would want to steal apples from the local orchard when there was always a bowl of fruit on the dining table. No homework to do in those days and spare time was spent out in the fields exploring. Holidays every year, and I could even take a friend. Dad was only the second person to have a car in the neighbourhood (the first being the district nurse) and I could have virtually anything I wanted, I just had to ask. But make no mistake, Mum and Dad worked very hard and it rubbed off on me. My priorities have never been material things, and I never took advantage of my situation. At fifteen I took a paper round and earned my own spending money and was able to save for my first motorcycle, although Dad wouldn't let me buy a bigger bike when I passed my test, instead he bought me my first car.Re: Good old days?
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When my family first came to live in England in 1953, our family of six lived in two rooms in a house that had a demolition order on it! I remember my mother bathing us in the sink and she would add Jeyes Fluid to the water! When we protested it was stinging us, she would say, 'Shut up, it's killing the germs'!Re: Good old days?
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