What are the most memorable moments of my young life? They involve Kilrenny woods and armies on the Den Road. Falling off my bike. Making up games at Bankie, wearing grannies gloves for goals. The youth club trip to Pitlochry. Twice. Castle Street and Elie beaches. Jumping on the rocks, always jumping on rocks. Monikie and Templeton Woods. My dad’s boat. Chalmers kirk and that derelict house on Shore Street. These are stand out moments. And the common denominator is that none of them are in my house. All the drawings I’ve done, all the computer games I played, Scaletrix and Subbuteo, it’s the outdoor moments that stand out. Even simple memories like cars in the garden at Toll Road or across from grannies playing MASK, they were still outside. That summer, or maybe it was Easter holidays, playing in the fields and cycling all the way to the West Anster park, that was a good field for Manhunt. Now that was a game. Is it that I am inclined towards this now, just nipping up to Beecraigs and Cockleroy this morning. I don’t see this as being an accident. Could it be that my aim is to invoke and create some of these memories in my own children as well as the pupils I am responsible for? I see it as likely.