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At age 5 I went to Infant school.  In England you start as an infant, then go to junior school, followed by senior.

 We were so poor that my parents couldn’t afford a uniform for me and that was compulsory.  Lucky for me, we had a neighbor that lived opposite us, whose daughter was a couple of years older.   I had 10 years of her hand me down clothes.  The only items I got new were my long knickers (drawers or pants) or whatever you want to call them.  They had to be large and bottle green because we did our P.E. in them.  These my mother purchased from a shop that you could pay on a weekly basis.  We called it “On the Knock”.

Boy, the kids today have no idea of what we went through.

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