I was 9 years old an standing in assembly. The teacher, sudddenly blurted through the silence "Annabel! You have headlice!". To ensure that this humiliation never happened again, I began to look for nit eggs myself. It soon became easier, rather than combing out the eggs, to simply rip the offending hair out.
When I tell people I have had three scholarships in my life, 2 academic and 1 music they are impressed. When I tell them I studied piano for 12 years but stopped short of Grade 8 (the highest grade), they are impressed. When I say I won every form prize in my junior school, won competitions for speech and drama, poetry reading, the bishop chorister's award and played the lead 'Alice' in Alice in Wonderland, all before the age of 11, they ask me why I don't do any of it now? But of course I don't normally tell anyone these things. Because I didn't win them. My mother did.