I began to draw and draw, I couldn't stop. It was like the Red Shoes, and I couldn't stop dancing!
This was all very well, but it brought back strong memories of when I was a schoolgirl.
1973 had been a wonderful year, I was in the third year at school, and everything seemed to go my way.
However, once I set foot into the Fourth Year, things turned on me :
Choosing our exam subjects made the work very hard. I struggled a lot with O Level material.
Then I became this sort of wreck....
Greasy, frizzy hair, incredible and unstoppable spots, and I cried at everything going! Quite out of control. What a long Fourth year that was!
Seriously, I was in a terrible state.
Attitudes were different then, and you were told to get on with it.
My parents couldn't understand it at all.
So what's the first thing a blushing, withdrawn girl does? Someone who mumbles and wobbles awkwardly as she walks across the room:
yes, take drama as a serious subject.
Even the austere, chain-smoking, brutal and outspoken Mrs Bastard, the drama teacher did not put me off. Not at first anyway, but she disliked me on sight!
Mind you, the feeling was mutual.
Sometimes, at 15, you can face the world, and sometimes you can't......
It didn't help that my best friend, Evelyn, was Mrs B's pet. She could do no wrong!
That made it very tense between me and my former mate. Not to mention that all this limelight went to my pal's head, and she became unbearable. Making me even more alone in the world!
And then, I discovered art
Stay tuned for the next gripping instalment.....
Don't touch that dial!!!