An early memory...
My first realisation that people are difficult came on my third birthday. My big sister went to school and I wanted to be just like her and I really wanted to go to school too. It was getting close to my turn and I was very excited, I'd been told I could go to school when I was three also being told I'd be three on my birthday. As it got closer and closer to three, I became more and more excited. The night before my birthday, I was tucked up in bed and announced I was going to school tomorrow. My mother had not arranged anything and I was distraught, this is my first memory of real distress and I knew the cause. A broken promise. She had said I was going to school, I was super excited, been looking forward to this more than my birthday and now I had nothing to look forward to. Why had no one corrected me, she told me I was going to school when I was three, not when I was 3 and a bit, or three and a half, three! She had done nothing to arrange my sc...