clifton without primary school, rawcliffe lane, york
February 04, 2007
Number 7 in series of images that remind me of my childhood
Taken the other Sunday, on an early morning walk near my parents house
This is my classroom at Clifton Without Primary School. The school where my heart was twice broken.
I worshipped Miss Stockman. She was in her mid twenties, pretty and made me laugh. What more could an eight year old boy want. One day, after lunch, we filed back into class and found a strange man standing next to Miss Stockman at the front of the class. He was introduced as 'my fiance'. I didn't know what a fiance was, but somehow I knew things would never be the same again.
Two years later, I decided to give my heart to someone else. Her name was Lisa Davidson. She was blond and beautiful. I adored her from across the table, but she never even looked at me. One dull wet afternoon, during an afternoon of cutting up magazines to make a collage, she took a photo of a scantily clad woman from the underwear section of the Freemans catalogue, cut it out and pressed it to my face. Everyone round our table laughed. The room swam and I wanted to cry.
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© James Arnold 2007
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