Where it all began

Our band rehearse in the new building where my old high school used to stand. Returning each week is harrowing and wonderful. I still hear Tommy Thain's voice echoing in the corridor and tremble at the horror of A level Business Studies. Then the music starts and I'm reminded of friendships and special memories forged for a lifetime. And of words. The first time I realised their power. Sitting in Mr Hannaford's class, exercise book open, a blank page staring. A new world waiting to be created. Words were my freedom and escape, but you never forget where it all began.