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I was born in 1951 to parents Sheila and John Pearcey, living in a shed outside a village in Northamptonshire, United Kingdom, Staverton. Soon after my birth, we moved to a small cottage next to a small factory in the town, and the factory was called Rolleston panels. By the time I was two years of age, we had moved to number 3, the green in the centre of the village. 
There was a pond in the middle of the green where the ducks and geese from local farms used to swim, but as time elapsed, the pond was removed and filled in by the local council. In those early days, we did not have television or mobile phones, and most villagers used a single telephone box if needed. We had a sweet shop run by a lady called Maud Clarke, a co-op run by a manager called Mr Shirt, and a petrol station on the edge of the village where we got paraffin for our heaters and tractors.
So as you can see from the description above, life, in general, was more straightforward compared to the today's hustle and bustle. 
I was born near the end of August, the significance of which I did not realise until later in life.
If I were just one day younger, I would have started schooling one year later.
You may ask why this is significant.
Ok, when set to go to school by the education authority because of my age, they did not take into account just how young I was
For instance, when I began, I was instantly disadvantaged because all of the children in my group were almost one year older than me.
They had almost a full year of growing up before joining school groups more than I did.
That meant I was almost a year behind each of them in my learning curve as a youngster.
At four years of age, a year is massive, and it was a quarter of my life so far, and it meant I had far more to try and take in than any of my peers at the time.
So the result is that I was looked down upon by my peers, who it turns out were not so bright; they chased and bullied me many times until one day I stopped running away and punched the hell out of them, realising I had the power to stand up for my rights which I have done ever since without regret.
In many respects, that initial bumpy start in life made me the person I am today. 
So you would be new parents of today; please look closely at your child's age before starting school, the peer group they will be joining, and the average age in the group.
Is there a difference of 3 months? or six months? Or, as it was in my case, 11 months and 28 days?
That difference could change your child's life forever.
By the time I reached the age of eleven, plus exams, I was wary of how things were going, and I certainly did not want to go to grammar school, so I deliberately failed the exams.
I ended up in Daventry secondary modern school until the end of my school days, which for me was at the age of 14 years; this is because I was born at the end of August, and most of my peers were 16 years of age.

I began working on a Dairy farm before starting a builders apprenticeship as a bricklayer.
After a while, I decided to move north to Yorkshire and began working for British gas, where I attended a gas training college in Leeds city centre, which was a massive step after growing up in a tiny village.
After two years, I joined the British army and became a driving instructor on class 2 lorries. 
It was an enjoyable time in my life, but by now, I was married with children and needed to spend more time at home, so I left the army to become a foreman mechanic for an arable farm in Hampshire.
That was great while my children were young, but I have never enjoyed being out of control of my destiny because I lack trust in authority and need to plot my future.
So after three years, I moved my family 250 miles north back into Yorkshire and began building my own business specialising in belt-driven vehicles.
That proved very successful for about 12 years until the production worldwide of belt-driven vehicles ended, and my work began to dry up.
Over many years, I had learned many different skills like bricklaying, plastering, injection moulding, CNC operation, and building engines and gearboxes, so now I had to find something entirely new.
I took a job as manager for a plastic extrusion company extruding profiles for the windows and doors industry; the company was very successful, and we soon took it from half a million pounds turnover to over fifteen million pounds in just five years.
I still had a considerable miss trust for authority, and I was right again because the company boss could not keep his trousers on. His wife found out, so she had the company closed down and sold off., with all employees made redundant, including me.
I then turned to online work, offering advertising platforms and affiliate sales work. Which I still do today, and it continues just fine for me now.
The moral of the story is you can achiev anything you want to achiev in life, the trick is that you have to be 100% commiteed toi it, and never trust anyone.