I attended an English primary school in the early 1970s. In some ways, it was very progressive but unlike similar schools of its type, it did retain the use of corporal punishment in exceptional circumstances. When I was seven, I managed to be one of those who found themselves in the headmistress’s office in just such exceptional circumstances.
It all started with a boy called Stephen, He was a vegetarian, as was his entire family. You have to remember that in 1970s Britain, this was still a highly unusual state of affairs, particularly in a small Midlands village. So myself and several other boys unmercifully took the piss out of Stephen on many an occasion about his diet.