Down in Africa's pointy tip, young children started school. And one of those blessed children to start Grade 1 on Monday was my young niece.
Kitted out in her school uniform, off she trotted, full of confidence, and apparently quite eager to please. The teachers even called my sister, Faye, to tell her what a joy and help the blessed young angel is in class.
Keep it up, McKayla. By the time you hit high school, you'll be a shoe-in for Prefect.
Gotta love the little school uniform though. Takes me back to the days when Faye and I both attended Glenashley Primary. How I'd push girls off the curb and on to the street while walking up to the bus stop to go home (apparently my parents were called into the Principal's office because of those naughty deeds). How Jason Becker taught me to tie my school shoe laces. And how I'd put my hand up during Reading Circle to let the teacher know that Julie Paul had her hand up and had a question. Yup, like most young boys in my class, I had a crush on Julie Paul.
But this posting is supposed to be about young McKayla and her first day of Grade 1. Bless. Enjoy it, kiddo.
















