I am failing miserably at keeping up with my counselling posts on here, bloody real life getting in the way. I will finish that confidentiality post this week, as we have covered suicide protocols tonight and that does somewhat impact on the issue of confidentiality in counselling sessions. It was not an easy subject to talk about, but unfortunately necessary. I may cover suicide as an issue when I feel more confident in my abilities to cover it in an appropriate manner.
In the meantime I am working on childhood memories for my 'Who Am I' project, which is a large part of the counselling diploma, its about knowing yourself from the inside out. So obviously you have to look back at your childhood. That means I have been trawling through all my old certificates, cards, badges, school reports, notes and craft stuff that I made for the folks. Nestled in between was a newspaper article declaring a ' Thrill of a lifetime!'.
Click image to enlarge and read the article
Now after reading the article do you really think that it was like that for me?
Hopefully by now you have read the article? What do you mean no, read it!
Since embarking on this counselling diploma, we have been encouraged to look back at childhood memories. To see if what you remember is what really happened or do you remember things happening in a totally different way than everybody else?
What I remember the most about this particular day was the weather, it was horrible, it rained and rained. Not only that but we weren't allowed to wear our plastic macs, as that would of covered up our bloody lovely uniforms (brown sacks). It was also very boring stood there on parade waiting for Princess Di to walk past, I vaguely remember seeing the back of her head. I definitely remember the feelings of been very underwhelmed, while some were really excited. I was a funny little child and as Carl in the comments pointed out, it was more of a big deal to the leaders.
Stood in the rain provided no big thrill for me that day, but something did! I have no way of really knowing if the following story really happened as I remember, but you shall see how early my unique sense of humour emerged.
Once Princess Di had finally opened the Chimpanzee house, we were then allowed in to gaze at the chimps, along with all the other hundreds of visitors. I love monkeys and apes so I was excited to get right up to the glass panel and see some monkey business. Was that the thrill? well I loved that bit but no.
It turns out that some people have no idea how to behave in the zoo and surely grown ups know not to bang on the glass? Well I remember one guy, who was right up at the glass panel, I think he was a granddad? He repeatedly banged on the glass to get the chimps attention to entertain the child. You have to remember that this was the first day the poor chimps had been put in front of so many people, so the following incident was not this chimps fault.
Are you excited now? Well back to fella banging on the glass panel. His attempts to attract the attention of any chimp was proving futile, until BAM!!!!! A huge chimp just hurled itself across the little moat and straight at the glass panel. The silly man clutched his chest and fell over backwards in horror! Some people screamed, while little me laughed my head off and from then on loved chimpanzees that bit more.
I don't remember much about adopting a owl, getting enrolled or even Princess Di, but I do remember the horrid weather and that chimpanzee incident. I wonder if my sister Jemma remembers any of this? Probably not as she is rubbish at remembering things. I wasn't in the brownies for much longer after that, I hated it.
The answer to which one is me is found here :)
I have highlighted me and my lovely older sister Jemma, who I think some of you picked as me.
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