When I was nine I was told I was going to a new school. It would make a neat little story if I were to say how much I was against this and yet it all turned out for the best, but the truth is I’ve no recollection of feeling one way or the other about it. All I do remember is feeling incredibly happy and very quickly finding something of a second family, so much so that I’m still in touch with my ‘adopted’ brothers and sisters decades later. I know next to no one from my first school.
