A giant leap forward


Sport’s Day today brings back memories of my schooldays. I would usually get awarded the long jump. When I say awarded, I mean lumbered – them not me. Awards didn’t come in to it. Ever. Remember the excruciatingly embarrassing ‘pick your own team’ thing? Well, I would always be the one left until last. I couldn’t really blame them, I wouldn’t have picked me either. The only exception was if one of my friends was picking (and then it would be slightly on the begrudging side).
Always a bit on the scrawny side made me useless on the rufty tufty hockey pitch. I’d volunteer to go wing defence in the hope that the ball would stay down the middle and not come anywhere near me. Not that I could see it. Of course I didn’t wear my glasses, Heaven forbid! They just about went on my nose for the blackboard work and really only then because there was no way that I was sitting at the front. That was for the naughty ones. I was quiet and tried not to be noticed.
Until I got to the Sixth Form – then for my 17th birthday I was bought some contact lenses. Suddenly I could see! People were smiling and being friendly, I smiled back and my life began.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. countingducks
    Jul 04, 2013 @ 10:06:04

    I loved the end. Discovering vision and becoming less awkward. Like many youngsters, you were more lovely than you knew


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