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I grew up on a farm and we had an old cattle truck and during my school holidays I got to go with my uncle all over Ireland with the cattle. We had no bunk to sleep on but he always brought a tent so we slept in that rain hail pr snow and I loved it. We also grew potatoes for export to Cyprus and some other fellow took them there but oncs he couldnt do it so my uncle had to and he took me with him I had a passport luckily as I had gone to Lourdes with my mum once and off we went. The excitement of going to Dublin to get the boat and over to Dover and the long drive to Cyprus was almost too much for me.This truck had a bunk and we took turns sleeping between it and the seats. This was the life for me. Soon as I could reach the pedals he taught me to drive the lorry and the rest is history. It is so long ago and my memory isn’t too hot but I think the truck going to Cyprus was a HINO. I have little recollection of the journey I was only 6 but I can remember the thrill.