I just loved being at Garden School. One of my fondest memories was of my father doing apple bobbing on school sports day. I also remember climbing to the top of the climbing frame and being so excited that I proceeded to hit my chin on the top bar, which split it open; I have a scar to this day.
I’m not exactly sure when I started but believe it was when I was 7 years old?! I left in 1978 or 1979. Unexpectedly, I went to England with my father to live permanently in May 1979.