Of the actual building it was the smell, no idea what it was but last year my old junior school closed down and they had an open day just before it closed, walking round the classrooms brought back some good and some not so good memories and the amazing thing was it still smelt exactly the same!! I suppose my most abiding memory of junior school is more about me than anything else, it was the last time I remember being what you’d call mentally healthy, no depression, no worries, no panic attacks, no OCD. It started going pear shaped in the 3rd year when a new male teacher (a novelty, he was the first we'd had) took a dislike to me as I was so slow at reading and writing and he used to get the whole class to stand up and sing 'come on Lyall' until id finished what I was supposed to do, yes, Mr Thompson has a lot to answer for!!