I sounded rich, but was really quite poor growing up...
Life can be very confusing when you are growing up poor, but sound like you are rich, simply because you had a good education, were exposed to proper spoken English at home, and picked up a reading habit from your family. I guess it all started when I was sent to my grandma's house during weekdays as both parents were working, and there wasn’t anyone to look after poor lil me. So I was enrolled in Pinto's nursery where Pinto teacher, a statusque Catholic ma'am would gather all us tiny tots around in her massive living room around her Grand Piano and she would play the tunes and sing our favourite nursery rhymes. If one of us was especially good that week she would even let us sit at the end of the piano stool and plonk one key in time with the tune she played. Of course each one of us messed that up, but we were all so proud of ourselves that day! Then came primary school, which was a bit of a bother for a younger child particularly when the elder si...
