Bulldozia

By bulldozia

Ambivalence

All dressed up for his first day at school.

Like me in September 1963 he was the teariest and clingiest in class, but he soon got over it and by the afternoon he was ducking and diving with his new mates in the park.

I still remember the name of the girl I sat next to. I wonder if he will in fifty years' time.

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