Well, where do I start? I remember my poor old dad working long hours which meant we hardly ever saw him and that in itself was (looking back on it) part of the many sacrifices he made for us. He came home tired and stressed and then had to deal with all of us kids running around trying to get his attention...and no word of a lie we were pretty active kids.
Then one Saturday completely out of the blue (I believe I was around ten) it was decided that we should all get a little pocket money every week, I was beyond excited it was so completely and utterly unexpected. Previous to this moment I can remember money being so short that for a special treat my mum used to buy a mars bar and cut it into chunks for us all to share... so this was like wow actual pocket money, we couldn't believe it.
Then Saturday morning came and I can remember being given my first few pennies and being a kid I went straight to the old newsagents not far from our house and spent the lot on a comic (think it was the Beano or Whoopie) and a few (two for a penny) fruit salad sweets . I can't put into words how grown up having my own little bit of money made me feel...
My sister and myself both made a pact that we would always buy a little sweetie for our folks with our pocket money (as a kind of thank you) and do you know this was probably the best part...deciding what little sweet to buy for our folks every week.