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First-day tears as another school journey begins

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TWENTY-SIX years have passed in a blur since we waved goodbye to our first-born on his first day at school.

His Mum had spent the week lovingly sewing his name into his smart blue sweat-shirt, big boys’ grey trousers, white shirts, vests, pants and socks.

“I look like a real schoolboy, don’t I Dad?” said Christopher, proudly, as he modelled his uniform round the lounge.

He took no persuading when the time came to set off. He got dressed faster than ever before, strapped on his Power Rangers haversack, and ran on ahead as me, his Mum, little sister and baby brother followed on solemnly.

I’d been warned to make sure I had plenty of tissues – because my wife was certain to burst into tears. It was just a matter of time before she cracked, but I’d be there, ready to dry her eyes and give her a cuddle.

We walked across the playground and into the cloakroom,........

© The Northern Echo

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