It was time to start school, and my first school was only a walk away. I don’t think anyone was driven there. I have pleasing memories of early teachers such as Mrs E, and Mrs H. We had the daily third of a pint of milk to drink. At times if you were well behaved you got to be a milk monitor. However on hot days the milk often turned sour, an experience that still limits me to very cold milk. There was plenty of space to play, singing folk songs and being creative.
Later, I had the same teacher for my last two years there and he has left a legacy from his psychological abuse. I eventually discovered through other classmates it wasn’t just me he bullied. That has helped me understand why I am conscious of such behaviour, as well as understanding more about myself and my self-confidence. The school still stands, and I’m sure does a good job. Education at any age requires sensitivity, patience and imagination. It needs resources of time and some money in order to let people flourish.
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