School Achievement Badges: Impressive Accomplishment

 We have taken to the habit of photographing the youngsters on the initial time of each and every school term each year in September. They grow before your eyes, but whenever you set every year alongside this way, it's the perfect chronological journal of the development. From sweet and giggly, to scruffy and cheeky.

His delivery appeared like recently when I stood because playground with one other blubbing mums. Now, his first day of college appears like yesterday. My school days appear so recent that I can rarely think wherever the full School council badges time has gone. I question does my father, 76, still feel exactly the same way he did at 20 or 30? He truly recalls school. He spent my youth in wartime Britain - here's what he told me about it...

I went along to the Syntax school but do not know how I acquired in. We couldn't afford a proper standard therefore I had a limit and an old coat with the college marker sewn about it, and cut-down men's trousers. I was bullied after and I will remember. They named people the 'New bugs' and I was taunted because I'd a scruffy non-standard uniform."

And yet he describes it as the full time of his life. Number concerns, only freedom to perform and wander at will. Funny how our thoughts of our childhood could be particular isn't it? This was early 1940s. His city had been bombed, his dad was useless and his eldest brother was traveling in Lancaster Bombers around Nazi Germany. But there in the common bosom of his mother, all was fine. He can still read stones and go to school and learn so much interesting new stuff.

And therefore I search back once again to my early school years with fondness. The way the then-vast areas now appear therefore tiny. The walk about my son's new school yesterday involved a tour. I was hit by the elf-like toilets and the Hobbit-sized seats! I've memories of PE in vest and knickers, creating tie-dye, enjoying kiss-chase in the playground, and devices in the hall. I don't remember my mummy getting me on the very first day, or leaving me, or almost any trauma whatever. Therefore, like my father before me, time must have evaporated the bad memories and remaining me only with the sweetest smell of nostalgia.