(100% true stories just names may be changed to protect identities. )

There are not many school trips I remember from primary school but there is one particular trip I do remember. Ok when I say that I don’t remember too much but I remember part of it…

I remember that our primary school took us to a place to learn about history – i faintly remember it being in a farm area and there was lots of random activities that we had to do I am sure one of them

Was watching someone cook In an old fashioned tent. There was one room I remember being dark slightly cold and very old and this is when we got told to do this particular activity.

We got told we were going to make a brick and put it in the kiln. I remember the clay being heavy and sort of moulding it into the brick like shape and writing our initials on the base and being told that we will have it In a week once it’s cooked.

Now you are probably thinking why am I telling this story – this happened around the age of 10, I am now 28 and I still have the said brick. I kept it to this day and I still don’t know why I did.

This is the said brick.

Now I still don’t know why I have it even when I look at it now – I think from a young age I had thought it would be a good thing to keep – I mean who else had a brick with their initial in it and how many people say they made a brick?

Over the years I have rediscovered the brick and my ideas for it has altered. In my late teens I believed that I would place it somewhere in a house with concrete that i buy with my future long term boyfriend / husband as a Symbol of the place where we grow old together / watch our children grow up etc.

Then even now looking at this brick. I can’t face throwing it away – it’s one of the silliest things I own but I think the sentimental and romantic side of me has big plans for this silly little brick and have always thought it could symbolise Much more then just a brick madd by a ten year old.