Inbetween all of this, we've had brain numbing trips to various secondary schools, and I don't think we've undertaken such a stressful process. Like many parts of the country, getting into the school of your choice doesn't always follow and you have to think quite strategically, especially with secondary schools as the quality can vary greatly.
We have 2 good secondary school choices, 1 of which was in the top 40 Sunday Times list. Of course, everyone wants to go there, we live out of catchment, but go to an in catchment primary school (which does help). Anyway, whilst wandering around, it bought back many memories of my secondary school days.
This particular school does woodworking and we happened to stand and watch some of the lesson. I remember very vividly standing in my woodworking class one day and I must have had new shoes, probably about 12 yrs old. I looked down at them and they were browny/tan in colour and they had a tassle (all very grown up!). There was a mark on them, and I remember licking my finger and bending down to wipe it off! That's it - nothing about the class, nothing about what I was making, but I just recall the shoes.
Funny what we remember!
Moving on - my mum has recently given me back this book from childhood -
Not sure how old I was, but I loved the pictures, this was my favourite poem. The Jumblies seemed so sweet with their blue hands and green faces!
Interestingly enough, the author says "I have made this book especially for you; but not just for you, also for myself; not the present, grown-up self but the old self, the one left behind in childhood. In memory, I have gone back to those days and I have tried to recall some of the verses I learned and loved then, and have drawn them as I remember them..............I want to make you look again at things, always noticing something new which you missed at first - the shape of a leaf - the wonderful colours of berries and flowers - the birds and animals and insects - all there for you to see if you will stop a moment"
Don't you think that's so true? Certainly very poignant for me this week.
What do you vividly recall from your childhood?