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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) Scottish (General)Transcript
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When I was four months old, my mother died suddenly on. My father was left to look after me all by himself. I had no brothers or sisters. So all through my boyhood, from the age of four months onward, there were just the two of us, my father and me. We lived in an old gypsy caravan behind a filling station. My father owned the filling station on the caravan and a small field behind, but that was about all he owned in the world. It was a very small filling station on a small country road, surrounded by fields and woody hills. While I was still a baby, my father washed me and fed me and change my nappies on did all the millions of other things a mother normally does for her child. That is not an easy task for a man, especially when he has to earn his living at the same time by repeating motor car engines on serving customers with petrol. But my father didn't seem to mind. I think that all the love he had felt from my mother when she was alive, he now lavished on me. During my early years, I never had a moment's unhappiness or illness. Once I was old enough, I spent all day in the workshop helping my father with the cars. The filling station itself had only two pumps. There was a wooden shared behind the pumps that served as an office. There was nothing in the office except an old table and a cash register to put the money into. It was one of those who you pressed. A button on a bell rang and the drawers shot out with a terrific bang. I used to love that.