The human brain is an amazing thing. Just when you think you have forgotten something it comes back to you. Just when you wish you had forgotten something is swings into your mind in full colour. And all those childhood memories that lay dormant throughout one’s career grow back with stronger ties as one ages. If age leaves one with a mind to grow anything in, that is.
One of my friend’s at school told me the reason people of a certain age think their school days were halcyon is because they have forgotten how truly rotten it all was. We were boarding school boys, paying for the highest education. Which in those days meant small class sizes and a rounded set of achievements based on an agreement between one’s parents and the teachers.
Thankfully my mother told them to leave me alone and they did not dare argue. My house master said my mother was the only person he would be reticent to argue with, and I blithely thought that was a compliment to her. Now I know she throws things when she is angry I am not so sure.
I did not like school. I did not like the way young minds were manipulated and I did not like the way sport was thrown down our throats. And if I start saying I did, will you kindly point me to this post, because my mind will start to play tricks on me at sometime and I may think I should have been President of America but for my lack of chances.