P1 didn't get off to a good start for me. My teacher, Mrs McMahon, had big hair and wore lots of makeup. Compared to my mum, she must have looked intimidating.

I think it was the first day of school so we'd only been recently introduced. All I remember was that I was lying on the classroom floor and was kicking at her desk and her shins.

Was I frightened that I felt I had to attack her? Or was it a dream? No matter, dream or not, my mum was called.

I still had her for the whole of P1.