“Definitely. My sister and I would walk to the corner market when we were 4-6 years old. Walked to and from school by ourselves”
Just walked to the market and school? Luxury!
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t’ mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi’ his belt.*
