skier-hughes
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Moo said:You know the sort of thing - second-hand clothes/toys/bikes, rusty old car, shabby house, no holidays abroad, no restaurant meals, home-cooked food, bed-time stories, lots of books/conversation ...
That was my childhood.
My parents did everything and gave me everything that they could, but it just wasn't much.
I swapped schools due to moving, I had to go to a secondary modern school instead of a grammar school due to the inept local council, who assured my parents that the school was a comprehensive and I'd sit the new GCSE. It was, but it was only for the year below me.
For 6 months my aprents fought to move me to the school I should be at, I went and sat and passed more entrance exams, but they were "full up".
I was bullied terribly at school as I was by far the brightest person in the year, I arrived in May, sat end of year exams and came top in every subject, even though on the most part I hadn't studied the syllabus they were using.
I then went on to the grammer school to take my A level's, were I was then amongst the lower end of the ability levels.
Didn't hurt me overall, I went on to make a fortune, lose and fortune and make a fortune again
I then gave my son everything I could. He had much more than I, but I doubt he had a happier childhood, as I look back on mine and think what a great time I had.