After school and weekend activities

I didn't do any classes. My parents couldn't afford it (I was aware of the financial struggles so never would have asked), and my mum didn't drive so couldn't have gone anywhere.

We lived on the outskirts in an annexed village of a poor town, only a 2 bedroom cottage for 6 of us, but it was a wonderful setting to grow up, as there was a green where the children used to meet up and play, or paddling in the burn, or round someone's house to play mario on the NES, or in the horse's field finding hedgehogs, or take ourselves on walks out round the farm to the bluebell wood, or round someone's granny's house for a stick of sour rhubarb and a bag of sugar, or taking my dinosaurs on a sledge to the wild bit where there wasn't a house to set them up with another girl from round the corner who liked them too (she went to a different school sadly). We moved when I went to secondary school to somewhere bigger in town, and I always felt sad for my littlest sibling -they are 8 years younger and won't remember that house, or the slightly feral childhood.

That was mostly weekends and summer holidays. School nights, it was a half hour walk home, in time for watching cartoons, and drawing, endless drawing. And planning a house from an Argos catalogue and playing toys with my sister, and playing Warhammer with my brother and his friends, or studying a bird book.

I used to think the summer holidays was a chance to have a break from 'friends' at school. I could never understand it each year I'd go back after summer and the 'friend' had started playing with someone else in the holidays and I'd have to find someone else. I could never understand why anyone would want a playdate when it was supposed to be the holidays! 

I am quite happy not having done classes, but it's the opposite of my kids who have done loads, though going adventuring in the woods is still loved once they stop complaining! 

I didn't do any classes. My parents couldn't afford it (I was aware of the financial struggles so never would have asked), and my mum didn't drive so couldn't have gone anywhere.

We lived on the outskirts in an annexed village of a poor town, only a 2 bedroom cottage for 6 of us, but it was a wonderful setting to grow up, as there was a green where the children used to meet up and play, or paddling in the burn, or round someone's house to play mario on the NES, or in the horse's field finding hedgehogs, or take ourselves on walks out round the farm to the bluebell wood, or round someone's granny's house for a stick of sour rhubarb and a bag of sugar, or taking my dinosaurs on a sledge to the wild bit where there wasn't a house to set them up with another girl from round the corner who liked them too (she went to a different school sadly). We moved when I went to secondary school to somewhere bigger in town, and I always felt sad for my littlest sibling -they are 8 years younger and won't remember that house, or the slightly feral childhood.

That was mostly weekends and summer holidays. School nights, it was a half hour walk home, in time for watching cartoons, and drawing, endless drawing. And planning a house from an Argos catalogue and playing toys with my sister, and playing Warhammer with my brother and his friends, or studying a bird book.

I used to think the summer holidays was a chance to have a break from 'friends' at school. I could never understand it each year I'd go back after summer and the 'friend' had started playing with someone else in the holidays and I'd have to find someone else. I could never understand why anyone would want a playdate when it was supposed to be the holidays! 

I am quite happy not having done classes, but it's the opposite of my kids who have done loads, though going adventuring in the woods is still loved once they stop complaining!