I went to boarding school at the age of 7 on the recommendation of doctors at Great Ormond Street hospital who had been treating me for a bowel condition. I have no idea why this suggestion was made. I was there for about 5 terms, but when my father, who was in the army, was posted to Hong Kong we all went with him.
I went to boarding school again at 11 and was there until 18. At 14 my father was posted overseas again and this meant that for three years my sister and I spent most of our school holidays with our grandparents, only going home for the summer holidays. My parents discussed the situation with us and we chose to stay at school in England, rather than face the possibility of three more school changes and having to return to England only months before we did our O levels and A levels respectively.
It is all very well for people to say, they could never do it, or it is dreadful, but between 5 and 11 I went to 8 schools and missed, in all, 4 terms of schooling due to a mixture of hospital stays and travelling between postings.
It was fortunate that my sisters and I were all academically bright, so that we managed to keep up with our contemporaries, academically, despite our fractured and disrupted education, but many children did not and when back in the 1980s the BBC started literacy programmes on television. It was noticeable how many adults who struggled with literacy came from military backgrounds like mine.
At boarding school most of the other boarders came from backgrounds like mine; armed forces, diplomatic and other jobs that meant parents travelled overseas a lot. It was the only way we could have a structured education.
I know it caused my parents, especially my mother, great distress, but my sister and I always felt secure in our parents love and care for us and, as a family, we always remained close.