My early childhood years were very poor. Money was tight and "pocket money" non-existent. I had heard of it, but there was no one I knew who actually got it. Things changed a little for my father and i when i was around 9 or 10 and i can remember the very first time my dad gave me something to spend on a Saturday. It was either two shillings or half a crown, around 10-15p nowadays.
I thought I was rich and spent it on a comic, a packet of Polo Mints and a packet of crisps. I got the same amount every week intermittently over the next few years and I always bought the same thing. I would read the comic over and over, eat all of the crisps very slowly and half of the mints, saving the other half for the rest of the week when I would have one a day till the next Saturday came around!