Looking Up The Long Drive
A Memory of Stourbridge.
I remember in 1957, aged 13, arriving with my mom and dad up the drive and going round to the needle room to take my casefull of my clothes for the first term, then being taken into Main Block and up the stairs to dorm 6, my home for the first term. There I met my life-long friend-to-be, Robin. We sat on our beds and felt very lost. It was a Wednesday, there were tears till Sunday, then the sun shone and I was lost in a world of models, stamps, widegames, marbles and kick the can and never looked back, a wonderful time.
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