My mom knitted me a lunchbox from a roadkill dinosaur we scooped up before the neighbors could get it! It was just a wee dinosaur.....but we were able to make placemats from her hide too! People would pay 15 rocks and a virgin cave girl for stuff like that....way back when!

JK.....um......I was on aid as well....and had a ticket that would get punched for a provided school lunch. I was embarrassed of that for a while...and never got in line with my friends when I got my lunch....but one day a friend saw me and thought it was "cool" that I got "free" lunches......and eventually I found a way to share the ticket for some friends who hated what they were given from home! In retrospect.....it was a form of stealing....in that the tax payers paid for me to have that ticket......but I knew no better at the time. If I did bring lunch to school.....it was in a brown paper bag! Ergo.....the reason I don't have any of those in my house, as an adult, to this day!

P.S. Lil? It's not a bad memory........just a memory of things that make me who I am today! We did what we could to get by! I'm here to talk about it....and so......life goes on!

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