"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it."
I remember that first 'sign' ; It's ingrained in my memory, like a fossil in a stone.
I was a 'grade A' student, 'Gifted and Talented' they said. I done well in every exam, I done well in every test. I got out, what I put in.
Until one day..
Business Studies. A lesson I thrived in, A lesson I enjoyed. I was headed for the big guns, headed for top grades - success.
Until then..
The Test. A piece of paper in front of me, A pen in my hand. I could hear scribbling and scrawling all around me. The clock was ticking.
My head - Empty.
I sat, and I sat. I racked my brains - nothing was coming, but I'd worked hard. I'd prepared. The bell rings.
My page - Empty.
Questions flew through my head, like a tornado through a storm.
What had happened? Why was my mind blank? What was going on?
But it was the 'sign' .. That first 'sign'.
If only I knew, what lay ahead.
