Colour my world

When I was about 10, we used to have one afternoon where our form teacher would read stories to us. We would all sit around h… more

In hot water

My parents were decent people who believed in children being raised in the proper manner. We were well loved and they gav… more

Seeing Simon

When I was 13, I became friends with another boy in my village who was two years younger. As was not uncommon at the time, we … more

Gentle reminder

Although it was long ago, I still remember my fourth grade teacher, Mrs Redman.

She was just out of college and the most be… more

Dirty children

Growing up in the 70s, my parents always gave a wonderful tanning to my brothers and sister but never me – I was almost alwa… more

Spoonings

I grew up in the 50s on a small Mediterranean island off the Italian mainland, where my father was “something in in… more

Smackings in class

I went to school in England in the early 1960s, at a time when corporal punishment was very common. I was beaten quite freq… more

Shona’s knickers

My mother was a schoolmistress in a small village primary school in Scotland in the 1950s, when the tawse was considered … more

Smacked by Betty

Betty was our matriarch; at 13, I think, a year older than me.

We used to go for long, innocent walks on Sunday mornings. Wh… more

Something better change

I lived in New Jersey all my life. I had a younger sister named Alex. At the time this happened, she was 9 and I was 13, in 1962… more

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