Some Memories from Primary School
Yesterday, while looking for a particular book, I stumbled upon a copy of “A First Aid in English, Revised Edition”. I’d forgotten that I’d bought this book several years ago simply because I stumbled upon it on Amazon and it brought back warm memories of primary school. I remember with fondness enjoying working through it, working neatly in my English book, while left to my own devices while everyone else in my class was practising for the competitions for the Urdd Eisteddfod. I wasn’t with them as I wasn’t deemed good enough for any of the competitions; my accent was too English, I was too clumsy and uncoordinated to dance or act, and was told I couldn’t sing either. So, I was left with maths and English work to do in the classroom by myself.
Fond memories of being left by myself? Yes, that is the case. I have always enjoyed learning, working, and producing beautifully written notes/work. I guess this was something I could excel at when everyone else thought I couldn’t excel at anything else. Also, I had and continue to have a love of words and phrases, and the First Aid in English fed that love.
Other fond memories crop up, such as being able to choose a photograph from a huge, numbered collection to use to inspire story writing. This could be done once the set work was completed and while others will still working on that. I’ve occasionally remembered about this activity and thought I could use it now as a source of inspiration for creative writing.
Anyway, once I found the book, I had to sit with pen and paper and work through some of the exercises, and found great pleasure and comfort in doing so. I realised how much I’d forgotten, and how much the book seemed to have been cut down compared to the one I used when I was in school, but that may just be the warping effect of time on the memory.
I know, it’s sad, but it’s also true!