Aged four (yet another!) in tell me a story about when you were...

I was that kid who never really knew what was going on. The world spun at a different angle from me but I wasn’t ignorant of this fact. I was aware that other kids seemed to know what was going on.

But I had my guardian angel. I have no idea who she was other than she was, possibly, called Wendy and had a red and black woollen duffle coat. She seemed to be there whenever I needed someone, whenever the earth’s angle tilted a little too far away.

Here’s one of the times that (possibly named) Wendy saved me.

I didn’t know that we weren’t allowed to take toys to school so I had picked up my very favourite green, plastic frog (when I say favourite plastic, green frog it was also my only green, plastic frog and I probably abandoned it again after a day two!), slipped it in my dress pocket and, during morning assembly, I got it out to play with. Within a flick of a lamb’s tail that frog had been whipped out of my hand and stashed in a teacher’s pocket.

I was heartbroken. I thought that my frog was gone forever, it didn’t cross my mind that I could get it back.

Several hours later we were all getting our coats and bags, ready to run, gaily, to our parents but I was hesitating. My (favourite) green plastic frog was playing heavily on my mind. And there she was, (possibly named) Wendy! She asked if I was okay so I explained about my (favourite) plastic, green frog so she told me to wait where I was. Five minutes later she was back with my frog. As she handed it over I could see the shiny gold halo encircling her head! For a moment, in the large and scary world that was school, I felt utterly, utterly safe.

(Possibly named) Wendy will always be a moment of calm in my memory and I just wish I knew who she was!