Money
I remember the days when I would twist milk teeth out so I could get £1 under my pillow from the tooth fairy, it would take something amazing for me to part with that £1 coin. I would stare at toys in Woolworths and sweets in sweetshops wondering whether I would ever spend it.
Would I carry this £1 in my hand forever? Only to lose the coin somewhere, almost everytime.
Now I’m 23, more money means a lot less. It seems hard to earn your way in this world and even harder to keep hold of it.
What’s £1 now? Even £1,000 seems insignificant, temporary. To me every pound is worth £100 of hard work and that’s how it’s been for the last year or so.
