Well I See Him in the Morning In the Schoolyard

Boy posted this picture, with the comment "Days like this remind me of the walk to High School across the Golf Course"

And I thought of those days, and the days I waved them off, and then set off for work, and looked down from the flyover, to see if I could spot them on the path heading over the golf course. 

I'm glad he remembers those day, because those walks to school, and home again are some of the best in their lives.  The secrets that are spoken, the laughs that are had, and sometimes the fights are the making of you. 

When I was little I stayed about a mile and a half away, from school. And in about Primary five my best friend moved from the opposite end of town to round the corner, and our walks to school began.   

We always made it in time to School, but our walks home took forever.  In the days when school finished at 4; we would leave school. and perhaps make it to the wall of the hotel around the corner in twenty minutes.  We would sit on the walk and right the world of two 10 year old girls, and then slowly make our way up the road. 

At the top of St Meddans Street, we would sit on the bench, and contemplate the traffic which went in five directions, with no traffic lights, or roundabouts.  

A little farther on, and across the roads, we would make it to the shop on the corner.  That was another stopping off point.  What we found to talk about, I have no idea. But it would typically be after 5 before we made it home. 

A few years later she moved back to the opposite end of town, and we are at the high school  Our walks tended to occur in the evenings, after a day at school we would meet up in the town, partake of a hot vimto and walk half way to my house, half back to her house, quarter way back again... and a half hour sit at the football park. 

Aw. yes, indeedy.  The walks with friends are the walks which make you.