Eleanor Fyfe

Growing Out

So there I was, 11 years old, opening night of “Oliver!” at my primary school. I can still remember the excitement…the nerves! I was playing Mrs Sowerberry, the undertaker’s wife. Not exactly the main part but I had lines, and even a duet with my “husband”! A comical role of sorts with slapstick, a cockney accent and a Victorian style costume to boot. School plays provided me with some of the best memories of my life. And yet, as soon as I turned 18 and began University, I didn’t pursue anything dramatic ever again. That is, until I was 26 and decided I should have a hobby…