For boarding school

When I was five, my parents made the choice to send us to boarding school for a year. It ended up being one of the better experiences I had, although I missed my parents so much that I am glad it was only one year. I learned to read, and then proceeded to read every book I could get my hands on. I learned great words that I still know today, "trousers, lift, sweets, boot, lorry". I got to have an English accent. When we went home for Christmas my cousins had a great time teasing me about that, and getting us to say all kinds of words so they could hear them with an English accent. I got to experience World War 3. A war started by my sister with the boys, which was a great fun, although not so much for the teachers. I missed my family something awful and did struggle with homesickness quite often. However we also got the most beautiful letters from my Dad. Decorated with Winnie the Pooh Characters all over them, he would write such beautiful letters and Susie would sit us down and read them to us. It was a good experience, it taught me so much, and I am grateful that my life has had such a diversity of experiences that I can look back on.