Early school days: What’s gone gets forgotten #10

[A brief history of me in less than 200 words.]

Early school days 

Andrew Ewing Primary School - in Heston, was reasonably new when I started there. It was one of those new fangled modern “open plan” schools, where the racket from 250 children all talking at the same time was enough to deafen you. Because of the strange hexagonal shape of the school building, the long coat racks would slide into holes in the walls when not in use - we children used to have great fun climbing onto these coat racks, hanging on as they slid and disappeared into the orifice. Much of my early education was wasted on this enterprise, and I think if the truth be known it was a warning sign of my lack of serious academic ambition. What else can I remember about Andrew Ewing Primary School: horrible school dinners – thick yellow skin on nearly cold lumpy custard, and that last bit of milk in the bottom of the glass bottle that was always warm. Oh, and friends, lots and lots of friends. We would run around the playground like a swarm of madmen, playing the sorts of chasing games that children are probably no longer able to play in school: “British Bulldog,” “Tag,” and “It.”