Photo credit: Etrusia UK
As it’s Thursday I thought I’d share the fourth entry of my diary, written in 1994 during the last year of my primary schooling.
Sharing these cringeworthy episodes has become a bit of a regular feature here. Rather than transcribing the latest entry, I thought I’d pop up the audio version, as read by a wonderful little performer called Orla, who is clearly after my day job.
Today’s entry brought back vivid memories for me, of being eleven years old and thinking I was incredibly worldly wise, but actually knowing jack all.
Like phoneboxes, for instances. Phoneboxes clearly have a very different meaning for an eleven year old and a seventeen year old…
Please tell me I wasn’t the only child to have a sharp disapproval of knee-high boots and phoneboxes?
Haha, thats Brilliant! Made me chuckle!
*cringe*
Outstanding! I am just jealous that you were only 11 in 1994 and I was 22! How outrageous to ware knee high boots! I actually had to listen twice as I thought you meant thigh high boots but you actually did say knee high.
They were definitely knee-high boots. Tsk.
I love that picture of a phone box. I love your infant confusion and I really love Orla!
She’s an absolute star isn’t she?!
And was that the first and last time you ever worried about whether shoes were practical or not? I remember trying to convince my mum that I *needed* a pair of DMs because they were *soooo* practical and supported your ankles and everything…
You’ve got it in one. A couple of years after that I persuaded my mum to let me get a pair of platforms for school. No idea how I managed that one!