Let your imagination take flight as it pedals along with... well, whatever happens to catch my attention!
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
The lifeblood of the classroom passed into my veins, that Easter Term in 1946. Chalk-dust, copybooks, inkwells, had scents which linked the chain of school days about my neck. They hung heavy, at the start. So much was new, as home became secondary and Teacher was the centre of the universe to the clusters of pupil-planets in orbit about her each day.
A gold star sat on a turned page when lessons went well… until knowing how, why, what, became an ongoing addiction… Where might this lead, if acquiring knowledge, passing exams, winning scholarships, meant finishing the race to adulthood ahead of the crowd?
Written for IGWRT's, and it so happens a holiday snap of my great-niece and great-nephew fits the bill - sort of!