Look at this picture of me when I was 10 and say the first word that comes into your head!
What was it? Was it angelic? Sweet? Innocent? Adorable?
I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess that none of those adjectives first sprung to mind upon viewing my freckly and very round face and you'd be right, my Warriors of the World, for I was none of those adjectives. If you opted for naughty, mischievous, wayward or wilful then you were much closer to the mark!
And if you're still finding it difficult to believe that butter most definitely did not melt in my very large and loud mouth then today I bring forth empirical evidence in the form of my old school reports.
During the Christmas hols I chanced upon a bundle of them and watched as Craig literally hung his head in shame whilst I giggled like the naughty schoolgirl I was.
Before I proceed any further I must take this opportunity to publicly apologise to all my former teachers who perhaps remain traumatised to this very day. It was all just harmless banter. Honest.
And my personal favourite:
A final word to any parents out there despairing of their naughty children:
I eventually became a straight A student and by sixth form I was Head Girl which goes to show that it's never too late to change your wicked ways!
After all, kids with good parents (thank you Sandra and Gordon) generally come out alright in the wash.
A slightly more mature and well-behaved Ginger Warrior, over and out.
P.S. A final side note: as a teacher you wouldn't be able to write comments like that anymore. Everything has to be all flowery and flowing and positive. What a load of C**P!!!! Tell it like it is, teachers, never did me or anyone else of my generation any harm!!