At the school they encouraged us to laugh and taunt and hit the kids who soiled themselves because they were forbidden to go to the bathroom and all the dairy they fed us played hell with our digestion (most Indians are lactose intolerant). Just their little way of making us the savages they saw us as.
omg that is so humiliating, so terribly sad... and they were adults
I remember junior kindergarten and this one kid peed himself and we were so little, 5 years old, going to school all day...it was a Catholic School and we had to offer a lot up to god...ya know like sacrifice things...so he peed himself because washroom breaks were few and far between and omfg...this poor little guy...and then I was so, so scared I would soil myself too...and I remember the same little guy puking in grade 3 and it ran all down the black board...terrible...parents didn't come pick you up in those days...you felt super duper alone and scared...I remember a lot of fear.
one kid her name was Anne, she had an appendicitis attack and walked home at lunch all stooped over...I remember a kid who lived near her and was the top female bully actually took care of her so she could make it home...when she got home she was taken straight for surgery...I remember looking at Debbie the school bully in a whole new way. Was still scared of her but was really surprised she did the right thing and felt even more ashamed when she scared me enough to do the wrong thing.
I remember one of those days coincided with school skate day (on the natural ice surface of an old wood-arch arena) and skated on the street
yeah baby, cars meant nothing to us in those days...
She's old enough to be your Mother......at least.
maybe even grandmother....how old are you?
pffffffffffffft Barty is way older than ya think...