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.
At the end of our time at Ferndown First School, we had a whole day off from lessons because we were going to go and visit Ferndown Middle School, which was on the other side of Ferndown First School, just a few hundred metres away.
On the other side of the school was the big school called Gorsemore School, but then it changed its name to Ferndown Upper School but we wouldn't go there until after the Middle School.
The Middle school was split between two buildings, but then moved into just one building, and it had lovely pine trees around it, and areas with very thin and short grass, and at the back was a massive playing playing field and at the back of that was the common and forest.
Sometimes in the summer if we begged enough and promised to be quiet we might just be allowed outside to work under the trees, or we might go outside to do rubbings of bark, or to collect woodlice for our science lesson, sucking them up little glass tubes so we didn't hurt them with our fingers or accidentally squash them.
I loved to be outdoors and I hated it when we were sat inside all hot and sweaty but only got to go outside for break time. So I spent most of my time sat near any open window to smell the air outside, or gazing out of the window wishing I didn't have to be sat here indoors on a nice day.
But today was a very special day, and for some reason even the teachers were treating us like we were sensible and grown up. We got to visit our new school, the Middle School where we would go the next term, so we could meet our teachers and see where our classrooms were.
We were under strict instructions to behave ourselves and to not be afraid to ask people for directions if we got lost. That was not the advice I got from friends who were in the higher years at that school, because they said not to look like a new person and to definitely not ask for directions because if you did the students might play a trick on you and send you the wrong way on purpose.
Everyone in my class and year seemed very scared and nervous, but not me, because I wasn't going to go to that school, I was going to a different school, a bit further away near the town of Ringwood in Hampshire, and it would be really different to my friends.
I was going to a Steiner School called 'Folly Farm' or 'Ringwood Waldorf School'. Best of all, I wouldn't have to wear a school uniform, but at the middle school they would. And it was the kind of school where you called your teacher by their first name, no more Sir or Mrs.
It seemed a bit stupid that my teacher made me go to the open day for Ferndown Middle School when I wasn't going to go to that school, but she said I had to go anyway, because maybe I would change my mind and want to go there.
I didn't really know why she said that because it wasn't my decision to make it was my mum's and that was the school that mum said I was going to.
But it did mean that I didn't have to be on my best behaviour today and I wasn't scared because I was untouchable. For once I felt like nothing mattered and I was free and could be myself.
That's probably why I don't really remember very much about our visit to the Middle School, but I was already full of excitement for the time after the summer holidays when I would start my Steiner School and get to make all new friends.