#DearMe

I found this in my drafts from a few weeks ago, so I suppose I ought to upload it x

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Hey guys!
So… I know I haven’t uploaded in a while, but I’ve got a lot of stuff going on right now, and I’ve just had no inspiration lately. I hope you can forgive me!

Anyway, today is #DearMe, and I wanted a bit of  that action 😉
So here is my letter to my younger self.

Hey li’l Keeks,
D’you remember your first day at primary school? You were too scared to get on the bus for the first time, so you walked 1.3 miles to get there instead. Not bad for a four year old I guess 🙂
I remember it so vividly, it was the first time I was allowed along the Track. It’s strange to think that now I know it better than the back of my hand, but back then it was so new. 

The trees arching way overhead; so high that even when I was reaching up on my tippy-toes with my fingers outstretched they seemed as far away as the moon. The multicoloured leaves swirling down, foreshadowing the beginning of Autumn; later I would realise just how much I love it. Twirling and skipping and laughing, with my little red satchel in hand; jumping over the seemingly gigantic tree roots as if they were wooden mountains.

It was my first adventure, and I loved it.

D’you remember your favourite teachers as they were when you first met them? Mrs Roberts, Miss Murphy, Mrs Stillman? They helped you so much. Now we have Miss Cotton, Mrs Hickman, Mr. Locke; and we’ve learned so much more than you could possibly imagine.

D’you remember playing house with Lucy, India and Bradley? That was fun. It was so much simpler making friends back then; You just ask them their name and whether they like ducks.

D’you remember Lydia? We still miss her like crazy, it wasn’t fair that she had to go. We still remember the way she smelled like strawberries, and her little mini mouse ears always plonked on top of her own black pigtails. We still remember playing in the sandpit together and holding the toilet door shut for each other (we were so scared of being locked in!) I’m not sure exactly what has or hasn’t happened, but I hope she’s happy wherever she is.

D’you remember Bridget? It’s thanks to her that we can read braille, or at least we used to be able to. I haven’t had to read anything in braille since she left the school. We miss the letters she used to type for us on her little burgundy typewriter; I wish we’d kept one to put into our memory box. I wish we’d spent more time with her too, teaching her to play football with her jingly, luminous yellow ball.

D’you remember jumping from tree stump to tree stump and scraping your shins?
D’you remember climbing the trees when the teacher on lunchtime duty
D’you remember being proud of the scratches on your arms, the scabs on your knees or elbows,  and the bruises on your legs? It meant fun, excitement, and adventure. 

We still have adventures every day, L’il Keeks; and it’s all because of your friends. Yep, believe it or not, we’re in a friendship group. We belong in a group of friends. Some of which are reading this right now and will probably feel bad for hurrying you to write this post 😉

But it’s okay, we secretly (well, not so secretly anymore) like being hurried to write things for the blog, because it means we’re not the only ones who care about it. It’s really nice being cared about, by the way; but you’ll learn that soon.
As stupid as is sounds? Don’t be afraid of being afraid. Sometimes it’s when you’re at your weakest point that you find your strength, and if you don’t, the people around you will bring it out.

Until next time Li’l Keeks x