The beauty of my schooldays lay in their diversity. I lived in very different countries and went to a variety of schools which meant I was privileged to mix with people of different races, religions and cultures.
But to be honest, I learned more from my holidays than I did at school.
I was 21/2 when I went to kindergarten on the Mediterranean island of Malta. Malta was a curious Catholic/Muslim mix, most visible in that many women covered up.
My first language was Maltese because I was looked after by a nanny due to my mother having Mediterranean fever.
Kindergarten was a very old-fashioned convent and you'd be smacked for misbehaving, and made to stand in the corner.
When I was nine, we moved to Trinidad in the Caribbean where I first went to an international school.