Not from my parents much at all, in fact twice is all I can remember. But then by the time I was 13 I was into swimming, boxing, judo and rugby - it wouldn't have bothered me much anyway and all the activity kept me out of trouble at home.
At Skool was different, the games teacher (I was in high Skool by 1980) would give you a dig in the ribs or a dead leg when he felt like it - just to "toughen you up" and we had an old woodwork teacher called Tapper because of his love of smacking you across the back of the head with a yard stick he carried around the workshop. He had been a fighter pilot in WWII, was very near retirement when I joined the Skool, and would tell us great war stories. We admired, liked, respected and feared him. There were loads of us at his funeral some years ago.
We're they better times? Were we better behaved than kids today? Nah, no way, we were little sh17s.
Did it do me any harm -
Nah don't think so.
But I tell u one thing - I am not listening to my invisible friend anymore and I am going to start killing people.
The Truth is but a Construct; empowering creator and subjugating consumer... "War is the continuation of 'politik' with the admixture of other means."
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