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Boarding the Train to Boarding School
Graham was the first to get to the platform, and so he enjoyed this privilege by taking in all the different aromas surrounding the place: steam, leather and wooden trunks, brick, the soft scent of the recently washed woollen scarf around his neck. A big, gentle hand placed itself on his shoulder. It belonged to his dad, whose hair had long since started greying. Graham came out of his sensory trance to look up into his coffee eyes as he was asked how he felt. His stomach lurched. He was anxious, excited, frightened, nervous... This last year at school would mark the end of childhood for the rest of his days... Father and son greeted each other and Graham boarded the train to boarding school for the last time.