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We walked slowly along the busy road
My tiny hand slipped into yours 
I clung tightly on to you
Whilst my sister skipped off with her friends

My brown leather satchel hung from my shoulder
We arrived at the entrance to the school
Not a word passed between us 
Suddenly the silence was broken …
DING A LING A LING A LING 
 
My class teacher Mrs Kempster stood in the doorway
She was ringing a hand bell 
Even after all these years I can still picture her so vividly 
She was a large hard faced woman  - 
The exact opposite to my petite mum

We were ushered into the classroom like little lambs
Mrs Kempster’s 10-year-old son Nigel joined us 
He had earache and was not going to school that day
For some reason his mum left the classroom
She asked Nigel to keep an eye on us
Nigel started running round the room…
About a dozen of us followed, we thought this was fun!

Suddenly, Mrs Kempster burst into the classroom 
She was shouting at us, absolutely furious!
Nigel sat down quickly - he had a huge smirk on his face
Only three of us were hauled up in front of her
Mrs Kempster went to her desk drawer 
She pulled out a large black gym shoe 
Then hit us three times on the back of our legs

Tears welled up in my eyes
I couldn’t wait to hear the bell ring
DING A LING A LING A LING
Only then I could go back to the safety of my mother’s arms

This has been very cathartic to write - is a true account of my first day at infant school. My mother complained to the headmaster … but nothing was ever done

Contest – For whom the Bell Tolls – Sponsor Debbie Guzzie
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