Y'know, I probably wasn't doing much that was noteworthy.
I was in 3rd grade. I was taking piano lessons. I was hanging out in dark corners of the playground with a girl named Christine (who let me look down her shirt, and ended up, in junior high, being sent away to a private school when it was found she was having "visitors" in via the window at night --- fortunately for me, I suspect, my family had moved away when I was nine).
I do remember that this year I received my only spanking in school (yes, they still did it then). It was for standing on my chair (when the teacher was out of the room) and imitating Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli --- just as she walked back in (which explains why I couldn't play "the Fonz" too well ... bad timing 😉 ). Incidentally, the teacher, Mrs. Jean, was near retirement, and my father had been in one of her first classes, some thirty-four years earlier.
bubblenut wrote: The story of my life, loosing at conkers and getting beaten up by girls
Yeah, IIRC Christine beat me up once, or something like that. IIRC, I was hitting her in the stomach, but her coat was unzipped, and it was cold outside, so I ended up scraping up my knuckles pretty bad on her metal zipper.... :rolleyes:
So, Elizabeth, thank you so much for dragging all that up again 😃