Who was I at the tender age of 13?
This is one of the questions I keep asking myself.
I have lately been in touch with my old friends from primary school days – Now I have not seen most of them since those days. So I wonder why are they still my friends? Not in a bad way, but I can remember my childhood, but battle to remember what kind of person (child) I was?
I know I was hardly ever in trouble, tried to make friends with everyone, loved my teachers and sport…
This makes me want to dig up those old diaries, letters and photos and do some research on who I was and am I still like that?
Innocent sweet Claudette – wonder if I would like her if I met her now?
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