On my memory tray, there was a copy of 'How To Train Up A Child', a bible, some plastic hose dad always said was to light to damage the bone and a set of keys to the cellar. Marcella from Garvey class said her tray had some false memories on it, but I didn't really understand that. There was some Child Benefit and Social Security rules (1978) on mine too. Richard Thompson skimmed his tray right over the playground fence which is high and it hit the window of a big lorry. Dean Blunton and Liz leMonde kept stroking each other underneath their memory trays, which were all full of stupid soft cuddly toys. I hate Dean Blunton.
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