When I was 12 in 1998 I was given my very own bank card, this was exceptionally exciting as my sister who was 15 at the time had only just got one also, so I felt very grown up, she was furious!! My parents deposited £7 each week into our accounts, which as you can imagine was exceedingly frustrating as I could only withdraw £5 each week, (at this time £5 was an option at cash lines) which of course I always withdrew without fail on a Friday afternoon after school. I began with spending this money innocently on penny sweets and magazines, then would turn into a green eyed monster when my sister would buy herself fancy make up at the end of each month, which I put on when she wasn’t looking anyway…I was allowed to as long as I didn’t tell her that; our Mum was using it daily also, my sister would come screaming down the stairs to both my Mum and Dad in a rage that I had been in her room and used all her stuff again, my Dad would give me a row (totally clueless) as my Mum would gently tell me not take it again! This was a common theme for many years, not only with Make-up but with clothes and shoes too, let’s just say my sister has expensive taste - and we both took advantage. She can laugh about it now!!