Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.

I think this memory has to be the most prolific in my mind. In my mind's eye I can see this in slow motion every time I tell the story.

When I was in year 7, I used to have to catch the bus home. I hated it. Absolutely hated it.

I used to try and leave class 5 minutes early by making up an excuse of leaving my pe kit somewhere or having to go to the front office for something.

Well, on this occasion I hadn't been allowed to leave early. I was so afraid of missing my bus that I ran (I am NOT a runner!) to catch it. I was doing well until I tripped over my own feet and super-manned across the floor. It was obviously hilarious to everyone but all I could think of was getting on the bus. So I got up and ran to it.

I made it. I sat on the bus willing myself not to cry. Covered in mud and dust. I texted my mum and asked her to meet me at the bus stop, which she did, as I got off the bus and saw her she just looked shocked. She thought I had been beaten up or attacked. I just cried!

Only now I am older is that story funny, I still have a scar on my knee from that fatal day.