First Day

My goodness, how I can identify with this one, Val. Andrea, bless her, would turn on the waterworks every morning when I took her to infant's school. It used to make me feel so guilty. After about six months she grew out of it, thank goodness.

Really enjoyed, Val. Thank you.

Tina xx

Thanks Tina, some things stay with us all our lives. I remember that first day so well especially David Killick, I had to sit next to him. He was a big bull of a boy and bullied all the kids, yet I had him tied around my finger from the end of that first day. He couldn't tie shoe laces and I could, so I tied his for him... Well he could hardly bully me after that could he? :) Val x

This is brilliant. I think we all can remember our first day at school and what a valuable memory that is. Your poem captured the atmosphere of the day perfectly, although I'm not so sure about the 'crying' part, I was usually quite happy to go to school... for the first few weeks that is. It's funny that I turn on the waterworks more often nowadays than back when I was a little kid. Irony? ;-p

Loved it, well done.

Nathan.

Thanks Nathen I'm glad you could identify with this Love Val x