I don't remember getting much in the way of pocket money - just enough to go for a swim at the local pool on a Saturday, but I do remember the day my dad asked me to get a copy of the Catholic Herald for him from the back of the church. The change was two shillings. I didn't have time to give it to him before mass started.
There was a visiting priest that day who preached a sermon about his parish in Africa. The collection was going to support that parish and I was so moved by the poverty he described that I dropped the two shillings into the collection plate when it came past me. All these years later, I can still remember the look of utter horror on the faces of my mum and dad as they watched that two shillings disappear!