Some things I remember learning, some I don’t. I vividly remember being taught how to spread bread on butter. I remember being told what was the proper amount of toilet paper to use (two sheets, one folded over the other) but not by whom. I remember the pride I felt in being able to tie my own shoelaces, no matter that it took me so long to learn (longer than tying a tie, I think). I remember being told that men tore their bread rolls open, rather than cutting them with a knife (thanks Mum)
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