Disclaimer 71

I arrived at university at the age of 16, alone, with all my possessions somehow strapped to me. I had practiced on my parent’s driveway, the slow trod with various shoulder bags, a big wheeled suitcase teetering behind, steering my bicycle along beside me.

I had been on the campus once before, a trip I’d won in a high school mathematics contest, so I knew approximately the distance from where the airport shuttle would drop me off to where my residence building was. It seemed achievable, what more did one need from any plan at that age.

I’d like to think that, as you see me now standing here, so…. (whatever) that you would find some of the above difficult to believe.

But, I know better, really.