School fruit

Rosie Balyuzi

1979

Every day at primary school we were supposed to bring in a piece of fruit to eat at first morning break. This particular morning of 1979, when I was six we were out of fruit. Dad was an apple fiend so I guess he ate the last one leaving me without. But it was no big deal.

At school, as break neared, I felt left out. I lacked a piece of fruit. I was not as rich as the others. I went by our grey plastic work trays we were each assigned, with our names on, Emma, Nina, Lee, Elizabeth. Elizabeths tray had such a feast of an apple just looking at me. It was big and red and shiny, very, very shiny. So I took it. ... (continues)