Primary school was sweeet

Today i was day dreaming. No big deal. I do it all the time.

I saw some trees and the blue sky from a window in school. I couldnt see the ground( first floor classroom). Just the tops of two trees and the clear sky beyond.

So i daydreamed, the school could just be floating through the sky. The trees could just be rooted into some clouds. It made me happy for a while, i imagined climbing onto a tree and steering it away, through the sky. Not sure how i would steer it. Just sounded really nice, mountains below me, nothing above except the stars. Listen to me, pfft. I sound like a bad poet.

But it is super cold here in Scotland right now. So that would be kind of chilly.

It reminded me of a story i wrote in primary school, when i was seven or eight, about this man who lived in the clouds, and he kidnapped people who he wanted to entertain him, like lion tamers and clowns and take them to the clouds, until they all escaped one day. I said that when it was foggy, the man in the clouds was on the ground looking for his prisoners.

My teacher didn't like it. This upset me rather.

I enjoyed primary school. Lots of glitter glue. Lots of skipping and football.