So today I went down to my old school to pick up my old artwork I did for A level. Granted, it's not very good and I have no idea where I am going to keep it all, some pieces are huge! But I still wanted them. It took three trips to carry everything! I had done a lot more than I remembered (but still not enough to get higher than a C!) I suppose I will give bits and pieces to other people, mainly those who posed as subjects for me, if they even want them!
Going back into that school made me realise just how much I hated growing up there. It wasn't so much the place, more the people in it. Kids growing up can be heartless and cruel and I definitely experienced that. It makes me glad my sisters are home educated. They hopefully will never have to endure the pain I did. And if they do, those people who hurt them will have to deal with me! I wish I had a big sister or brother to look after me when I was young, and even now. But I didn't and I think I turned out fine without one.
