I was eleven. It was high school time. Off I went on that first day, found my classroom (in the Bungalow) and started a journey. It was a journey in which I found I loved learning. Yes, I was a swot, yes I worked very hard, but wow, I enjoyed learning.
I got good grades, and a well-rounded education (I think!). Ok, so there were no boys, but that was ok, because it was via a school friend that I met Chris.
And it's those school friends that I remember. Lots of girls.
Lots of girls in purple.
Grey skirts that we rolled up as far as we dared before some teacher made us kneel down and measured them. Those stripy shirts that they brought in. And the purple jumpers.
It took me a long time to wear purple again after we left.
But it's a strong colour. The colour of royalty I'm told. The colour of plums, and aubergines (just been chatting about a cake made with them!). A strong colour.
A colour that defined my friends for many years. and I'm grateful for each of those friends, for together they helped shape me into the woman I am today. Thanks to social media I'm still in touch with lots of them, just vaguely, but it's lovely to hear what they are doing. And I hope the girls (and now boys....shock, horror!) dressed in purple today are grateful for the opportunities that they have. And that they develop that same love of learning that we had.
Purple - worn in my past, shaped my future.
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