I cried on my first day of school. Being a noisy child, I’d drowned
out the sound of the girl the teacher was trying to read to, and dealt badly being told off.
I loved that teacher. When learning about 'ch' sounds, she brought in food beginning with 'ch'. I hated cheese, so hid in the toilet when it was brought out. Everyone knew I was in the toilet, but when I came out they'd finished the chocolate. Seeing I was upset, that easter I was called into the staff room and told to look behind the bunny, and there, sat a little piece of foil-wrapped chocolate.