One of the earlier things I can remember from life happened before I was r even at school. As early as it was I can remember it so clearly I can even recall the smell of the moment.
I was on my tricycle with my mother. We were not far from the butcher shop in Rosyth where I was born and brought up. I could smell the aroma of the butcher shop, it was a warm sunny day. That is something else I can remember clearly that it was sunny and strangely the person who was talking to my mother was wearing a fur coat. She asked me what I wanted to be when I was older? In an instant I responded and told her I wanted to be a statue. She smiled and asked me to explain. I did not really know what i meant other than I wanted to make some kind of impression and be remembered.
I suppose if I really wanted to make that happen I should have made some serious plans for my life. I should have been prepared for a serious time in education. The wheels fell off the lorry when I started school and had real difficulties with reading and writing. It all kind of blew up in my face and school became a nightmare I just wanted to end.
I suppose as I look back now I to some extent got the wheels back on in my twenties with some serious effort. But the planning means for sure that I will never fulfil that first dream to be a statue. But I can rejoice in having helped one or two along the way.
So what has this to do with this mornings blog? Well I was thinking about the lady who was attending a school reunion. She met up with a school friend she had not seen since her teenager days.
The conversation they had went something like this:-