This is the story of my first day at Primary school, which was so traumatic that it's amazing that I ever went back again. The day itself was fine, I was a bit nervous but I had a good time, and then it came to the end of the very short day and I knew my Mummy was coming to pick me up, so the teacher in charge told me to go and wait under the big tree. But my Mummy was late, so after what seemed like an eternity, I started to look around for a bigger tree because I assumed my Mummy couldn't find me and the tree actually wasn't very big at all, in the school grounds. So I wandered out of the school grounds and along this side road that had lots of trees planted all along it, big chestnut trees they were, comparing to see which one was the biggest. And of course the biggest one was on the corner of the side road and the big main road. So I was standing under this tree, all of 4 and a half years old, when my Mum comes belting along, along the main road from where we lived, knowing that she was late and in a panic, and what did she see but her little darling leaning out over the main road, waving at her, all alone. So of course she was very angry with the school and rang them up and told them off for their lack of supervision. I then just dreaded going back there as I knew they would give me a hard time, and so they did. They utterly humiliated me and that just summed up my whole school experience.