I was in Std 5 or today’s Grade 7.
Captian of our 1st netbal team.
Apparently very popular, since I had a different boyfriend every week.
Hard working. I got mad with myself if I got less than 80 % for an exam.
Yet if I think back on those days, I remember feeling sad, immature and often angry.
I had fights with my mom often (and still got hidings at that age!)
It is funny how my outward appearance seemed so in control.
When in fact I was often hurt and angry.
Unsure of myelf.
After all this time. 25 years later, not much have changed.