Extract from “Madeleine’s Memoires”
Am I there yet?
“What do you want to be when you’re older, Paul?” asked the teacher.
“A footballer, Miss.”
“And what about you, Victoria?”
“A nurse, Miss.”
“A grown up, Miss.”
Seven year old Me had been so upset that Mrs Pettyfer had sent me to the Headmistress’ office, but Miss Josie (a single mum who adopted a coloured girl in the late 1970s) simply gave me a hug and called me creative.
40 year old (but only just) Me remembered reading somewhere that a child will form its values by the age of 7. How? I barely remember anything before the age of 8 and what I do remember was generously helped along by lots of stories about lots of photographs.