My Memoirs. Chapter 6. Primary School
Free from hormones, free from hang ups, free from trying to fit in, free from worrying about the future and not having enough past to regret anything? Primary school was a blast. Primary school was actually an infant and junior school. Different Heads, different buildings but on the same large plot of land. Both felt like they had large playgrounds and large fields. We’d sit making daisy chains…
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