I’m in the classroom and I’m 10.
Any minute now he’ll catch me talking and I’ll be sent to stand in the corner. They’ll all snigger and my beetroot-red face will be invisible against the wall.
Except he doesn’t. I shut up just in time. He carries on his dreary teaching. I remain unpunished.
The bell goes. We all file out.
And I realise if I’d come a few seconds later I’d be in the corner, shamed, embarrassed.
But it would not have changed the person I am.
The thought is joyous – liberating.
The leap happens. And I’m someone else.
A tribute this time to Quantum Leap drawing on a vivid early childhood experience which I plan to write about some day