While there are more important milestones in life, one's first day at proper school is usually one of the more memorable. Mine was recorded by my mother who was never very good at taking photographs - she's managed to get her shadow in the shot.
I had been to a nursery school but, in 1950, headed off from our new house in Oyster Bay, Dar-es-Salaam for the European primary school. The uniform....
....is a bit strange, though the hat with its badge is fairly normal for schools in tropical lands. I also like the shorts my brother is wearing, held up by what appear to be integral braces; and I do wonder what was in the little woven bag I'm carrying.
In fact, I have no memory of this day at all. I look remarkably happy so perhaps I took it all in my stride and didn't suffer the trauma that some children do.
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