Those we meet along the way. I'm at the grand old age of forty five and in this time, I've met a lot of wonderful people. Some have stayed and some, I now see, were just passing through. We have people in our lives, like teachers, who mean the absolute world to us at the time, then become lovely memories and role models down the years. There are people from our youth who stay special and become part of our reminiscing thread. I'm so lucky to have many of these. When I look back at my schooling, my friends and I were so lucky. I had some marvellous, creative teachers who instilled in me my love of reading and writing, and fired my imagination, feeding my growing mind on a diet of Roald Dahl and Enid Blyton during storytime. The passion for reading and listening to stories was passed down to me tgrough my family and my teachers. I will never forget my favourite at Junior school. She was everything I tried to be as a teacher. During this time, I went to Sunday schoo...
