I did something last week that I’ve been meaning to do for some time: I carried out a reading at my old school, Neilston Primary. In fact, I did the reading for two classes, one of which contained my very embarrassed looking nephew whose exaggerated groans of ‘Oh no!’ when I entered his classroom caused me to smile with amusement. We have a jokey relationship, so I knew he wasn’t that unhappy to see me! I hope!!
It was weird going back to my old school, not because the place looks smaller than I remember, I expected that being a lot taller than I was when I left, but not that much has changed. I left…ahem…a few years ago, but when I returned last week, it was as if I’d never left. Don’t get me wrong, there were a few changes: trees were missing from the playground (much to my distress because I used to love playing round those trees); some of the grounds have been landscaped; there is a modern extension; and the teacher’s car park had been cordoned off with a metal rail. However, a lot hadn’t changed and it was great to go back as an adult.
The kids at Neilston Primary were fantastic and I’d like to thank them and their teachers for allowing me to come and read DarkIsle to them. I particularly loved the Q&As, especially when one child asked if, when I had attended the school, there were any ghosts. Those old rumours were flying about when I was a sprog and I was happy to see that at least that hadn’t changed.
Yes, it was good going back.
Dawn x