Schooldays, Playing Truant, and ignoring feelings
I moved from my primary school to secondary school in September 1972. I was a September baby so I was eleven, almost twelve before I moved to high school. The school I went to was North Manchester High school for Boys. A strange choice you may think, but I did everything I could to take my mind of my internal conflict and all I saw was playing fields and grass, something not seen at my concrete primary school. I loved the fact that it looked so colourful compared to the redbrick and grey of my Junior school. I tried taking my mind of internal conflicts with activities almost every day. I did sound, lighting, set painting with a local dance group at their regular rehearsals, as well as attending one of their many visiting shows to do sound at weekends. My mother had taken me to dance class as a five year old, but terrible shyness meant I only went to one or two sessions. Other activities included St John Ambulance Brigade, one night for training and practice, and the rest of the time do...