GPOYW. Except with no picture, if you want one of those I posted one earlier this week. When I was ten I used to cut school, worst year ever from those that I remember anyway - there’s a few that my brain refuses to acknowledge. But back to ten.

I sat in the living room, drank cocoa and watched cartoons. I can still remember how the room looked when illuminated with the yellow and red light from the TV. And how the sofa was placed. Those days, mostly with gym class, was pretty good. I was content with being there alone and not bother with the rules and being teased and bullied. I think that was the year when physical contact of any kind became troublesome. Not that I cared: I had my cartoons after all. In a way, this is still me.