Life sometimes has to shout to get your attention. A formative moment can happen when you’re barely looking.
It’s Form 1, I’m in some minor trouble. But I’m not getting detention, possibly because that can be as much of a pain for the teacher as the kid.
Instead I am required to write a story. Not lines, a story. What about? Doesn’t matter. It just has to be a whole page. Or something like that; it’s fifty years ago, the only bit that’s really clear in my memory is the next part.
