Sam goes to school

Sam was always a sunny little chap. Knobbly knees knocked a bit and toes turned just a tad inwards. Bright, happy little face that was always eager to please and sure of the knowledge that the world was a happy place and people were good. It was my responsibility to walk him to his first day at school (Eagle Junction Primary). Being a special occasion and all, he wore a round brimmed hat (that then squashed down lots of hair, I seem vaguely to recall). Big blue eyes, and a slightly vacant ‘what’s going on now, folks?’ look completed the package. I took him into his new class. I remember looking back and seeing him standing like a lost soul towards the front, waiting to be received by his teacher. I expected him to be bawling when I left. But no. He was contemplating his new universe with one finger securely wedged up a nostril, disdainfully avoiding use of the hanky pinned to his shirt. When there are bogies to catch, there is no point in stressing about meaningless details such as school.