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For me, it’s the limerick. When I was 10, we all had to write our own limerick in English class, to go up on the display board. I can remember the feeling of sitting there panicking for the entire class, I had no ideas, every word in the English language suddenly turned into ‘orange’ and therefore wouldn't rhyme. All of the rhymes I could think of didn't fit the metre and all the lines I could think of that would fit the metre either had no relation to each other subject-wise or were unrhymable. I felt like I was in a labyrinth, wandering around and around with no guidance (I’d never heard of a rhyming dictionary before), everywhere I turned was a dead end.

I wrote my limerick for homework and boy was it godawful. I hated it so much I will not say what I wrote (which I still remember it was that dreadful). I couldn't not hand it in otherwise I’d be in big trouble because otherwise everyone else would have their limerick on the board and there’d be a big gaping stretch of nothing where my poem should have gone. I handed it in knowing it was godawful and that everyone would see its awfulness on the display board. You can imagine the feeling of hopeless dread before I handed it in, knowing it was godawful, anticipating those angry red crosses.