My father was a factory worker, and we were really poor. But everything I earned peddling papers and working in stores, he made me put aside for education.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I come from a very working class background. My dad worked in a factory for 40 years. We all put ourselves through school.
My granddad was a hard worker, and my dad is, too. It was instilled in me as a kid. I never got pocket money; I had to earn it. I had two paper rounds before school, not just one. Wherever I worked, whether it was at football, in the pub, I'd do whatever was asked of me - and more.
I was raised really poor and so was my husband.
My father paid for my education; then he made it clear that I was on my own.
My father came from a very poor background, but I was very fortunate in the sense that we were never in need. My dad was determined to make sure that we didn't want for things. He wanted to give us more opportunity than he had, a better shot at a better life.
My dad's a worker, an electrician, a bog standard job. Nothing glamorous like a footballer, but yet he still provided me with what I needed.
I went to school and made good grades and went to college. So I was afforded an opportunity through my parents' hard work that most people don't have.
My mum and dad had worked incredibly hard to afford me an education.
My parents grew up working class, but in that way that working class families do, they spent a fortune on education to better me.
My dad was a high school teacher and made no money.