a lifetime ago...

Most people say that they hated school...Considering I changed schools about as often as most people change their socks, I guess I never really got the opportunity to actually find things to hate about school.
To be honest though, I didn't really spend much time at school. I played hookey probably more than my fair share and it was only after the Truant officers came knocking on the door that Mum realised that perhaps I should take school a bit more seriously...
Personally, I thought for someone who spent much of each school day hiding out somewhere, coming first in subjects like 3 unit English, ancient history, music and domestic sciences answered the argument...hmmmm
Well, I do admit, things made a whole lot more sense when I actually attended several days in a row....
Anyhooo... my last couple of school years were probably my most enjoyable. So much so that when I came down with a very serious case of chicken pocks in year 10 (4th form) I told everyone my pimples were out of control and with a raging temperature, kept going until I passed out in the classroom and my Mother was called to come get me.
In year 10 I threw caution to the wind and became involved with drama, the debating team and made a whole heap of great friends along with it.


Debbie, Peter, Stephen, Me




Bernadette, Jenny, Wendy and Leanne




Me and Deb




Me with my niece, Tammy

I guess my point is that while it is so many years later, life is a blink. I look into the mirror and expect to see that wide eyed young girl looking back at me. All of life's adventures were awaiting me. Not afraid to take chances cause...you know invincibility and all that...
Instead, all I see is how tired and beaten down by life I have become.
Hopefully there are still plenty of adventures awaiting me, but now I choose my path a little more carefully...am a bit more wary of what may go wrong and definitely much less trusting of those around me....