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I was a child during the Second World War and my family were farmers in Yarlet just outside Stafford. The farm backed on to Yarlet Bank.
One day when I was about 6, a Fisher Renwick lorry came through, skidded, hit a tree and thenturned over and landed on our farm. My parents were away at market and I was terrified that it was them that had been hurt.
It turned out that the lorry was carrying a precious load - it was full of oranges being taken to Scotland! Dad helped the driver to get his load back on the lorry and as a thank you he gave us a big crate full of oranges. My friend and I were overjoyed. We sat down and gorged ourselves on oranges - they were blood oranges and so were even more special! When we had finished we flet really ill.
I've never eaten another orange to this day!

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