We all remember our first day at school in different ways.

I wonder how many of our little cherubs cried all the way there and laughed all the way home recently.

I wonder what our teachers make of our children when they first see them?

You can bet your bottom dollar within a week the teacher knows what our children are really like.

I remember my first days at school, The Parish Infant School during the terrible winter of 1962/63.

When a brave little boy set off in patched up short trousers and a hand me down pullover and leaking shoes.

I hurried all the way to school holding my Dads hand and was so excited that first day.

That was until the teacher a Miss Oats as she was known then, opened the door of the prefabricated classroom to be greeted by a mountain of dirty water the central heating pipes had burst with the cold.

Our new school books floated towards us and little desks floated like lost boats on a vast ocean.

Imagine my disappointment of being sent home on my first day at school, other kids ran home laughing, made up to have the day off.

I remember that tear stained journey all the way home "never mind" said dad "tomorrows another day"

But I missed my first school dinner I said, and it was cheese pie too!

There is always a mini competition to find the class comedian or the best runner or who could wee the highest up the wall.

What status there was in being milk monitor or being the one to hand out the drawing paper but most of these plum jobs seemed sown up by the posh kids in the better clothes.

I remember being chief pencil sharpener monitor but managed to wreck a whole months pencils so was sacked on my first day.

If you have any school memories as I have said in a previous post I'm co writing a book on education and have been chosen to write about Holy Trinity and Shaw Street School and would love to hear your memories.