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How Posh Was Your Childhood?
Your childhood was not posh but that's OK: You don't need a bunch of stuff to be happy, plus ponies are dicks.
Your childhood wasn't very posh, but you did have a few posh things: e.g. a half-decent swing and those fancy biscuits that came in a tin.
Your childhood was pretty posh. You probably had at least one holiday at Center Parcs, a friend with a double-barrelled surname, and wine with dinner from the age of 13.
Your childhood was very posh indeed. In fact, you're probably a minor royal. Is your name actually Eugenie?