TOP CLASS
Digging through a pile of my old things, something caught my eye. ‘Oh I remember this,’ I smiled to myself.
It was a class photo from 1996, and my eight-year-old self was grinning at the camera.
Stood behind me was my best mate Phil Allen.
At least, he was my best mate back then.
I hadn’t seen him in 10 years!
Now it was 2006, and Phil and I had grown up and gone our separate ways.
Back at Kingsthorpe Grove Lower School, we’d been as thick as thieves, and Phil was always getting up to mischief.
He’d run around the hall during PE lessons, clamber right to the top of the climbing apparatus, and laugh at the teacher as she shouted for him to
