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When I was aged seven, my family of ten were living in Rhuabon, Wales. We were split up so mum took us back to Liverpool. My parents came from Edge Hill, while my Gran lived in Caernarvon, so we went to live near Caernarvon Castle. All the kids at school didn't like us because we were evacuees and they would fight us. I had a nose injury playing off ground tick. I was up a ladder, which was pulled away from the wall and I grabbed two sheets of glass which I didn't see and it sliced through the bridge of my nose. It was pouring with blood. The kids got a bowl to catch the blood and made me drink it- they said I would die if I didn't. I was taken to the clinic to get it taped up and all the kids were fighting with me. My brother and I were the youngest in the school, aged six and seven. At this same age (seven) I would go to the Abatoir and stir the vats with cowheel, tripe and ofal. At the end of the day, I was given a bowl of the stuff to take home to my mum. That was my wages.

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