I can’t remember the very first time I spent some cash. It was the early 1970s, though, as I was probably very young. It must have been a profound experience and although it hasn’t survived my conscious memory it most certainly is engrained in my subconscious. I must have realised that if you give the man in the sweet shop some small round metal discs, you were allowed to take the penny chews and gob stoppers away, with out him shouting at you.
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