Secondary School?! My memories of pre-10 are patchy, but from then on I can pretty much work my way through the years to now. OK there are plenty of boozy blurry bits and quite a lot that I'd rather forget, but I don't need to focus for too long to be back in the playground at Rokeby Middle School in Rugby, hanging around a carefully laid out tree trunk and prodding a girl with unfeasibly large bosoms for one so young, in said chest area in fair exchange for a swift and sharply pointed leather shoe in the gooseberries.
At that age I don't think I considered my own parents as anything other than old, and they were the sort of age I am now, ergo... arg! I can feel Just4Men and eyebrow pliers just around the corner.