After five years at grammar school, I failed to achieve good enough exam results to stay in their sixth form. So I moved to another local school with a sixth form and was reunited with some friends from primary school. Dress code was much more relaxed than grammar school and I soon settled in. The cane was still used, but less frequently, especially on sixth formers. However, we were warned that serious offences would still attract a caning. I had a few minor behavioural problems, but none were serious enough to be punished formally. Near the end of the academic

I was 9 years old and one summer, while visiting my maternal grandparents on the farm, I had my best friend Hannah with me. We loved spending time together, but often it also ended in some kind of trouble. We spent a week during the summer vacation on my grandparents’ farm, with not many other kids around to play with so we had to play by ourselves. We did well for a couple of days and grandmom did well to keep us entertained too. Where my grandparents’ garden ended, there was a forest that we were not allowed to play in, mostly because

I was at school in the era when CP was rife. I have already written about my grammar school canings but thought it useful for readers to understand punishments in primary school. At age seven I moved to primary school where punishment was much more formal than my infants school. We had the same form teacher for the year but did get other teachers for specialist subjects. There was also a new experience for me as we had male teachers. I would like to be able to tell you I had learnt to behave, but I certainly hadn’t. I got

I grew up in a Christian home which meant we went to church every Sunday. I was about 10 years old when this happened. Every year, our Sunday school went on a weekend tour staying in scout camp or a large summer house. I was now old enough that I was allowed to go on one of those trips. I was excited. On our way to church, mom told me I needed to behave while being away and to do what the teachers told me. To make sure I understood, she informed me that she would give me a spanking

I was at a catholic primary school in the 1950s, where the preferred method of punishment was the slipper. I was quite a good child and never did anything to need punishing until my last year there when I was 11 years old. I still think it was just an excuse to spank some of us as we did not even know we were doing wrong until apprehended. We had two playgrounds with a wide alley joining them, and were playing a game of snake, where we formed a line holding on to the waist of the boy in front

Having lurked on this site for a while I thought it was about time to tell some of my own accounts of my years in boarding school during the late 1960s and early 1970s in southern England. I won’t say the name of my housemaster or the school as it still operates, though under a different name. This is my first account of how I remember those times and I have tried to include as much as I can of the details of what happened and what I was feeling at the time. Later on, I was to embrace my

I was 12 years old and as stated in a previous post I grew up in a Christian family. Every summer, our church had a weekly summer camp with many church activities, but also lots of time to just be around and play with kids both from my own church and from other churches. This summer, for some reason, both of my parents were still at work and had not taken a vacation yet, so we could not go this year and I was sad about it because I loved the times at those camps. One of my parents’ friends was a lady

My name is Jack and when I was 16 years old, I was a regular young adventurous Australian teen, always looking for the next good time. So, when my school informed us of an-upcoming school exchange program to America, I jumped at the opportunity to apply. A few months passed and the time had come. I was on the plane for the adventure of my life and I couldn’t wait. I was headed to Cape Coral, Florida, which I had no idea what it was going to be like. I was full of nerves and excitement, and had so many questions

My daughter and I spend New Year with my mom and dad, and during that time dad told the story about when I was 12 years old and was caught playing with fireworks. It was 1 January 1997, and I had been allowed to visit one my friends, a boy named Thomas, during my time at his house. Thomas and I found some small fireworks that were left over from the night before and we started to light some of them and tie some of them together to maybe get a bigger explosion. Of course, it made some noise and

Everyone remembers their first caning at school. I certainly do but I also remember the first time I got the full six strokes. I attended a grammar school in the 1960s and the cane was well used. Each pupil was part of one of four houses and each house had one teacher as Head of House. It was this person who dealt with day-to-day canings, although serious infractions meant a visit to the Headmaster and a guaranteed six strokes. On day one at the school, I was delighted to be put in Spencer House (actual name changed). The reason for