The first time that I ever came into contact with compass was when I joined the girl guides. At the same time I also came into contact with the map. Of course, the two go together. Not that it ever made all that much sense to me because I am thick. I don’t think joining the girl guides gave me much direction in my life. I absolutely hated it. I always hated regimentation and that has continued to this day. I am far too much of a free spirit to be regimented by anybody and I certainly do not wear uniform or ever want to wear one. I think basically I must be a naturist because I really hate clothes as well.
I then came into contact with compasses of a different kind when I started at grammar school. Of course, these were to do with geometry. Yet another mystery to me. My mind never could understand maths of any kind. I don’t know whether that is because as a child we moved about every three months and always to a different school. This meant that the class that I went into at each new school had already begun learning certain things to do with maths, and, it being a logical subject where you have to follow certain steps, I could never quite catch up! I think I became obsessed with the fact that I could not do maths. Later in life I developed a desire to go and try and do maths again at an evening class because I am not one to give up and to be beaten by something, so I wanted to prove to myself that I could beat this maths thing. However I never did go to a class and I never have beaten maths. I think I got all of 3% in the last maths exam I ever did.
Now, if you were to put me in a class about nudism and naturism I might fare far better, being the free, unregimented spirit that I am. Maybe I don’t have much direction in my life. Or maybe it is that my direction is far more oriented to the wild and woolly. I guess that is the direction of some kind but not one that a compass which show.