Introduction To Indoctrination

Its forty years now since that first day, I remember still the tears that dropped from my cheeks as my mother’s hand unclasped mine, breaking the bond I’d known from birth, handing me over as though I were a piece of lost property, Miss Pringle was very kind, and I’m sure understanding, but she was only a substitute, someone fitting in between nine ‘o’clock and quarter to four five days a week. But what of the freedom? I’d known for the first five years of my life, this institution was taking it all away, two times tables, abc’s, banging blocks into different shaped holes. “Yes innocence and freedom had gone” Gone, forever! © Harry J Horsman 1987