About this time I became interested in what was happening to other people. People like the missionaries who visited the church or ones I had heard about like Gladys Ailwood in China. School life changed for me. I was still a bit distant with other school pupils but found I started to enjoy different subjects like maths and science. I had a good teacher who taught me how to do my Times Tables both forwards and backwards. I also enjoyed even harder maths like the Pythagoras theorem or drawing circles with a compass. He was able to teach me how to bring out patterns in things and it spread to my reading. It made me interested in putting up my hand and answering questions. Once I found there was something I could do I would throw everything into it. An example of this is when I learned to swim. I felt so good that I had even taken just one stroke. These tracts made me realise I had to make a decision and tell someone about what had happened. It did make me start to read and enjoy the Bible. Although I was able to do "Sword Drill" because I had memorised the books of the Bible, this time I was reading it because it was meaning something to me that when the teacher asked anyone who wanted to do the 50 yards certificate I put myself forward. There was I, in the water, all on my own; with everyone watching and I had to swim across the width of the pool and back. Well, I got across one side but on the way back I floundered and had to stop. This was all in the shallow end so I stood up. Although I had failed the teacher was so impressed with me he gave me another chance to do it the following week. I was able to complete it then. I think the fact that I now had God in my life gave me the confidence to attempt these things. I went to Brownies and had the opportunity to go on a camp to Harwich. On the seafront a man was handing out Christian tracts. I took quite a few and took them home with me. I used to read each one in my bedroom and many times I would be challenged. They would say things like “For God so loved ……. . (Fill in your own name) that He gave His only Son…. John 3 v 16” Time and time again I would read it, but could not put my own name there. I think I was a Christian but I went through a time when I did not know whether I was saved or not. The Bank I worked for had a scheme to help team building and offered staff to go on a month of activities in the Welsh countryside. I loved the countryside and put myself forward. I had to have several interviews but after everything I was selected. This was a national scheme and included girls from the police and other banks. I was the only one from my bank so I travelled alone on the train. I passed the time on the journey by doing crosswords, which I could not do very much, but when I returned I was able to do more. One of my memories at the time I wrote down: I climbed up on to a rock about 4 metres high. I was told I had to lean across to the main rock and climb on to it. This made me very frightened. I did not want anyone else to know how I felt, but I let my fear show and burst into tears. Normally when I do this I either get told to "grow up!" and "stop crying". or people try to persuade me it does not matter if I did not do something. Another reaction was to try and make me laugh so I cheered up. Last of all have the task done for me. This was not the case here, my crying did not have the effect I was expecting; I was accepted where I was. I was not let off and encouraged to calm down and told again to lean across the gap. The