No Conclusion....

I apologise in advance that this is a little up in the air…

Aside from being one of four children in my family, i was always one of those child that seems to be alone. Preferring to have one close friend rather than a whole group, i tended to distance myself a little from the gangs of boys and girls.

In primary school i was bullied, little more than ‘we don’t want to play with you ’ or similar, it was hardly harrowing but at the time seemed all important.

My Mum suggested taking a small book into school with me. One that would fit in my blazer pocket and at break time when i was excluded by the other kids, i could sit and read my book. Perhaps she no longer understood the unspoken playground ettiquet that would mean that this marked me out for even further taunts but it always stuck with me.

Far from helping though, this tended to make me sad. Sitting there quietly watching all the others having fun, i was filled with sadness and a longing to have a good friend.

Maybe this is why i draw into myself when i’m having a tough time. Rather than seeking out and talking to people about it, or surrounding myself with friends, i will retreat into my world, effectively sitting in a quiet corner, alone with my little book.