Worth a read …a thoughtful perspective
When you are a young parent you are very aware of school years and ages. It’s surprising how fast this fades and at the meeting I attended at the East Sussex Fire and Rescue HQ this week, I had to ask the age of children in years five and six, because I had forgotten. (It’s age 9-11, by the way).
In loss terms, this being the twelfth year since we lost James, I am a Year Twelve. That equates to the age of 16/17; to all intents and purposes an age of discovery, development and burgeoning maturity.
Sitting in that meeting room in Eastbourne, I found myself wondering what, if I was truly a Year Twelve, I would see today that is different from what James saw when he himself was in Year Twelve, with regards to safety generally, and water safety specifically.
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