Proud of myself

I really am proud of myself. I have felt fear every time I try reading aloud for as long as I can remember. It probably comes from the 'good old school days' of 1985 (I remember the year so well as we had to write it every time we started a new page in our books or did any new work on a page...oh sigh). We'll just say I have had fear of reading all my life.... especially aloud...must of been that metre (meter) long ruler eh?

Anyway

I read "Were going on a Bear Hunt" to the playcentre group of children and parents....and felt really good. I don't think I stumbled but I don't really care if I did....the kids enjoyed it.

I'm sure they don't do that kind of thing is schools anymore.