I reckon, that education is a real disruption to the fun you could be having at school. I found it so hard to get involved in that stuff that they did in the class between the play breaks (little lunch, big lunch and afternoon recess). Now I know, that it’s this sort of attitude that will guarantee you results near the bottom of the class every time, or as they say in the politically correct world of today, in the lowest percentile of results achieved. Let’s make no bones about it folks I was bottom of the class, no matter which era you said it in. This status was something that my mother reluctantly accepted. Well as long as you did your best, she would say in a way that both gave encouragement but with a touch of cheapie rev up, all at the same time. Well, when I was in Grade 4, Mum enrolled me in a school a Rockhampton called Leichardt Ward. I was sure at the time that it was just a normal school, but on reflection, that name would certainly suggest otherwise. Anyway, the day would always start with a full school parade. My new teacher was an army sergeant in his previous life, so he would lead our class off the parade ground to the sounds of Step! Step! Step!….. I was so keen to impress – new school, new teacher, new city, new day and apparently, impress I did. So when I got home on my first day, I knew Mum was expecting the worst. How was your day, Sambo she asked. Well, you can imagine Mum’s surprise when I reply: Mum I love my new school – I am top of the class. Oh Sambo, that is fantastic says Mum. What in, spelling, English, maths, science.. No, Mum!! Marching!!. Mr. “Step” says that I am the best marcher in the class”