Year:- Sometime in the 1970s. Venue:- School Hall. Yes, it was time for the ritual humiliation that was the weekly P.E. lesson. As you know by now, I was rubbish at playing sport and any kind of fitness gubbins.
On this particular day, we had to climb up the ubiquitous frame and slide our way down the bench back to the floor. Except on this occasion, the gap between the bars of the frame was very narrow. I, being daring or stupid, attempted to slide back down the bench. There was only one problem with that, I got my head stuck.
And I started to panic, and scream and shout. It was quite frightening to have your noggin stuck in a climbing frame, and no doubt funny to the rest of the class. The teacher was disinterested at first, but having heard the cries of distress, released the bench very slowly and my head was free. Thank goodness.
I was quite traumatised for the rest of the lesson and seemed quite put off by this. I never attempted climbing frames again, purely on the basis that my head will be bigger and the fire service would be needed to free me if the head was trapped.
I can’t quite remember if my parents laughed when I told them. All I can remember is feeling like a total idiot. So you can see why I hated P.E. Was looking forward to reading, writing and adding up, which I was rather good at, not prancing around a school hall.
Allen Brooks xx