As part of National Novel Writing Month, (#NaNoWriMo) I've set myself the goal of writing a 50,000 word novel (1700 words a day), consisting of short stories about my memories of primary school. Just so that you know, all names of people have been changed unless they are publically known. Each story is based on my own memory, so may not be an exact representation of events, especially since I am writing this over 40 years after things happened! But I hope you will enjoy each story all the same, and that perhaps it will spark your own memories of life at primary school.
In the wintery world of our frozen school playground, I persuaded some of the children to join me in collecting the icicles from the toilet block. We sat and ate them in the playground, pretending they were ice lollies, - just like the blue coloured, raspberry 5p ones we would by from the top shops on our long walk home from school in the summers.
Of course it hadn't occurred to me that the icicles were made from the manky old water that dripped down the cistern of the toilet! But my enthusiasm was contagious and I soon had all my friends around me, sucking on icicles and plotting and planning all pleased because they got a drink for free and because we were about to go into a world dominating, multi million pound business created from something that cost us nothing.
The excitement was wonderful, and we spoke really fast, and over the top of each other, as the creative juices flowed from us. It was never about making money, the excitement was from the ability to turn something so overlooked as being insignificant and using that to build an empire that everyone would be excited about once we got going. Like we had struck gold in the depth of a smelly old toilet block, and all the time the school was unaware of this hidden gold mine.
The only problem was, how were we going to store the icicles so that we could sell them in the playground during the hot summer days without them melting? And what would happen once we were all grown up? What if one of the teachers stole our idea and used it to get rich and left us all stuck here at school?
Our plan still needed work, but for now we would simply enjoy each lick of our free ice lolly icicles until the teacher came back to the playground with an old bronze bell and rang it to signify the end of break time. By now all hands and mouths would be frozen from holding and licking our icicles, and we reluctantly threw what we hadn't finished onto the ground.
There was one more special feature of the icicle lollies, they led to the best burps, and that would keep us entertained until the next break time, especially if we had to do something as boring as maths.