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memories of forgotten days

Memories Forgotten Days

The year of 1950 was the year a summer lasted from
Mars to October and I was twelve years old and wore
long trousers. It was a time of equality children of
the middle classes and us poor went to the same school,
it was only when we parted at the school gate we
went our separate way. Our street was what we can call
a place where poverty lingered but things where getting
better and we  had food to eat as there were fishes in
the sea and potatoes in the fields. Near us in a big white
house lived a man who mother said was very rich I often
saw him getting out of a black car helped by a uniformed
chauffeur. The rich man wore a heavy coat all year round
but his riches meant nothing to me, I was more impressed
by the chauffeur who got to drive such a splendid car.
Written by oskar
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