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30 People Share Iconic Stories Of Their Childhood That They’re Notorious For
No one can deny that children are creative. However, their creativity often gets them in trouble, so adults must keep an eye on them before disaster strikes. And while parents worry about what their kids will think of next, twitter users share moments from their own childhood to remind everyone that children are never boring.
We already presented you with a list of stories from people's childhood that sums up their characters so here is another one about kids being on-brand! Scroll below to read the best responses delivered to the @KEBrightbill thread.
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Congratulations on going against the crowd at a young age to do what you knew was right. That's hard to do.
By the way, I think the teacher (and everyone using the "boy will be boy" as an excuse) is also responsible for that kind of behavior.
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He doesn't get detention for sexually harassing you, but you get detention for making sure he never bothers you again. classic.
I hate it when adults say that. In my class, BS from boys to the teacher is merely brushed off. But if any of the girls goof of, we get took to the side and yelled at.
Yes, it was a terrible thing for the boys to do and yes, they deserved to be punished but kicking them in the bollocks isn't the same as 'popping' a bra and is certainly not justifiable. It can cause serious damage, especially in pre-pubescent boys. If boys apparently need to be taught to not hit women, girls need to be taught to not kick boys in the nuts.
If my daughter had this kind of teacher I would come and tell my husband to grab her boobs, because you know, man will be man.
Well... You can see it like ... boys will be boys (and do stupid boyish stuff like this), and boys will be boys, having a sensitive device hanging between their legs in a kickable position, so ... well, yeah, that seems like right somehow, by being wrong to who does wrong, ... or something...
My grandson used to do that, no he didn't, he would just take things apart and my daughter had to put it back together while fussing at dad for not locking up his tool box again.
You got your Picture taken buy THE Ruth Bader Ginsburg?!?!!? DUUUUUUDE.
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My first week in Germany, I took a stroll around the neighborhood we were living in, since civilians weren't given base housing, looking for somewhere to have a Hot Wheel derby. Saw a man picking cherries and plums from trees in someone's front yard. The owner saw me, a quiet black kid with a plastic bag full of Hot Wheels, just watching. I just came from NYC, never saw fruit trees up close before. She called me over, made me dump out the cars in my bag and filled them with fruit. I ran home and my mother demanded I reveal where I snatched those cherries from. She drove me to the house, saw the woman, and made her first German friend.
My parents regularly recall the time when I was two, and was at a church picnic; I happily took slices of raw, red onion, dipped them in ketchup, and ate them. This would set a precedent of me eating strange things in public, much to the bemusement of confused onlookers (not to mention the embarrassment of friends and family).
You must share some more of the strange things you ate.
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When I was 3 there was a childrens show on TV called "Phillip, the mouse". I loved it. One day I told my mum that "Phillip" was going to be on TV now, but my mum knew it wasn't the right time for it. Apparently, I had put a photo of my cousin, Philipp, into our tube tv and thought it would start the show. I still think I had the idea for the DVD in 1990 ;-)
A couple years ago my oldest was about to graduate high school. She decided she wanted blue hair after two other girls had pink hair for months, thought school was ok with it (my daughter was one of the very few kids of color in school, the other two girls weren't) and she went for it. The very first day she went to school with her blue hair she got picked up by the vice-principal while in English class and into ISS. For a week they wouldn't let her join her class, told her she wasn't going to prom and wasn't walking on graduation day. Her teacher told her about the ACLU so my daughter emailed them told them her story and together they fought for her rights. Children at the elementary, middle and high school began coloring their hair blue to stand with her and at the end she won her case, the ACLU made them change their dress code and she got to finish the rest of her school year, went to prom and walked on graduation day. Now kids are allowed to sport whatever hair color they want.
When I was 5years old on my second day of school I walked home alone after school. When I got home my great grandmother said my grandmother had left to get me, so I ran all the way back to school to get my grandma
When I was 3, I didn't get the toy I wanted at McDonald's. In all irony, it was Batman and I wanted the Joker.) My mom says I looked like I was about to have a fit for a second, then I calmly (and quickly) ripped my dress and pull-up off and sat in front of the counter in protest 🤣🤣 Clearly, I'd already gone full Harley crazy as a toddler!!
We drove to Florida from Ohio every year. We would stop at the fruit stands and buy coconut heads and I got to see the "7 old Indians'. It was years later when I studied American History that I found out it was the Seminole Indians!
This is a bit of a weird on, but when I was 14 I somehow managed to get inside the sewers near a bike course I was at. I don't remember why I wanted to do it, but I remember I was known as the sewer matinence guy for the next couple of months. I guess I just liked to explore a whole lot, even the grossest of places.
When I was a toddler, I used to climb anything, from stairs to gates. I climb the front gate which was 10 ft high. Funny thing I couldn’t get down. I rode my bicycle without training wheels at the age of four, never actually used them.
I had already gone full-nerd by the time I was 7. Had my own screwdriver set and everything. Started disassembling Xmas toys. To. The. Bare. Parts. Had to have my Xmas gifts "confiscated" directly after playing with them, lest they end up as spares a few days later. It was a huge frustration to my parents, EVERYTHING that could be disassembled, was, more often that not, unsuccessfully rebuilt. Eventually one smart aunt said "get him gifts that are already in pieces." From that day all gifts were Mechano, Capsela, Lego etc. Heaven! Good thing they did hide my toys away, today i have 2 extremely rare mechanical toys that the adult me has decided will remain assembled.
Mother: "Don't forget, we're at your aunt's today, so don't get the bus home." Me, 6: "Okay!" Later... Teacher: "Who needs to get the bus home?" Me: "I do!" Later still, after a 30 minute bus ride... Me: "Where's my family?"
At 10 yo my mom asked me why i was late from school. I told her I went to the dentist and he filled a cavity on my tooth. It was my own initiative. Never been to the dentist before but I saw a dentist clinic on the way and thought it's just about time for a checkup. He said to ask my mom to pay him later.
I would organize my Halloween candy on a TV tray and put together an inventory list with prices for each item. My parents ate more of my Halloween candy than I did, but I made a good bit of cash each year!
When I was about 7 years old, I started scooping little “tadpoles” our of our kiddie pool and putting them into little sandwich bags in order to sell them as pets to our neighbours. Turns out, they weren’t tadpoles at all! If my dad hadn’t stopped me, I would have gone around trying to sell MOSQUITO LARVAE to our neighbours as pets!!
Apparently I would sneak off at a super young age and jump into the deep end. I did this repeatedly because i liked being submerged. I couldn't swim...
When I was in grade school we needed to learn our times tables. I could do advanced problems on paper which I was proud of. However, my teacher required is to do simple problems on flash cards. I could not do this. For over a month I missed recess because this teacher tested me with flash cards. I would lie awake at night repeating my times tables to 13 over and over again. I hated having attention on myself and I later discovered I was dyslexic. Working on paper was easier for me and my parents couldn't make my teacher understand that. I still study mathematics
When I was about two or so my family went camping in an area heavy with bears, there were warning signs, bear boxes, and the like. We had the salmon my dad caught for dinner that night, and I stupidly stuffed several forkfuls of salmon in my mouth and kept it in my cheeks when we went to sleep. Woke up and my mom said I stunk like a barrel of fish, the perfect bear snack. Luckily I didn't get eaten.
i learned to read at 3 and I would spend hours and hours in my room switching back and forth between sorting and organizing my books according to size or abc order. I ended up working in a library and have ocd. Currently my DVDs are sorted by alphabetical order but i have spreadsheets that break them down by title in the following categories: genre, director, main actors, imdb rating, so regardless of the method of deciding the movie, I have a functional and streamlined system. This is the story of my brain.
I've been planning an index for the same purpose. My own DVDs are organized by genre, then alphabetic.
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Visiting an Aunt and Uncle when I was 6 or 7. Got my head stuck in the turnstyle at the grocery store. The FD had to be called to get me out. People at the store still remembered me the next time we visited, years later.
We were like 12 and Every Kid in class was Watching and following Robotech III like it was a A-list Drama Documentary. The episode when the viewer realizes Ariel was not human, but Invid, All hell broke loose! Everyone was rooting for Ross and Ariel and there all our theories went upside down! Was probably the biggest "debate" of Primary school
I was about 7 or 8 and had quite a hike to my bus stop in the morning. I lived in Arizona and there were a lot of critters. I got in trouble twice for bring dead snakes to school.... They would get run over and I would pick them up to scare the kids at school.
When I was about 8, my grandma had given me $20. The ice cream man came by and I bought $20 worth of slushies. Next thing my mom knows is all the neighborhood kids are coming in to help us put them in the freezer.
I went to a family gathering. I was barely one. A relative asked my parents what I thought about the earth. My dad got as far as "Willa knows-" before I sat up on my own and put my finger on my nose. Now whenever somebody puts their cold hands on the back of my neck, I just squish their fingers really hard. I am literally "hard headed"
When I was three, my mom took me to the circus, and she was (and still is) a single mom. She was carrying loads of stuff and we were standing in a crowd of people when she had looked down and I had disappeared. Now at this circus, there was 3 big circles on the floor, we were standing down at one end. When my mom found me, she saw me trying to hug an elephants leg, in the third circle. Can't remember whether or not I had succeeded but it sure freaked her out!
My most notorious story... well, when I was like five, my little brother decided to climb up into my bunk bed. Being the... person... I was, I decided I didn't want him up there in my bed. So naturally, I went and told mum. SIKE I actually tried to pull him off the ladder myself. I fell off the ladder and onto another ladder headfirst. Badabing badaboom, my superstitiousness was born.
I could also mention my first word was "I want a cookie" but that one's a bit less famous, surprisingly.
Load More Replies... When I was in kindergarten, it was half-day. One day I came home and my mom wasn't there. (She probably had a doctor appointment that went long, my little sister was born in spring of that year.) I called my babysitter, who happened to be home sick as she was in high school, and asked if I could come over. She said sure, so I wrote my mom a note (her idea) and bundled up and walked a half-mile through snow to get to her house. I sat and read all of their little-kid books happily until mom showed up to get me. Horrified, offering to pay (which she couldn't really afford), and a little panicked as my leaving a note meant leaving a note at MY level. She likely had to look a little bit for it, but not a lot. ;) *yes, I could read at age 5. My sister taught herself to read at age 5 from Sesame Street and Electric Company, and taught me to read at age 3. I hated being read to, I was a motivated student!
when i was 5 yo i saw my older brother jumping down a little wall in our neighbourhood and since i always wanted to do the same stuff as him i tried jumping down there too. unfortunately i slipped at the edge... guess who came back home with a broken arm and has a 12cm long scar on the ellbow since then? :)
When I was just under two my mother was an addict and didn't take care of me very well. She would leave me in my playpen all day, everyday. I was told by my grandma and aunt that I dug a tunnel out the bottom and would sneak thru it to get food or drinks and climb back in as to not get into trouble.
When I was in preschool/kindergarten, there was a girl in my class named Bambi. Sge was an awful little kid. She would steal or break things in class, then tell the teachers someone else did it. She would bite, kick, scratch, hut, etc. other kids. My mom said one day she dropped me off, and as she drove myself and a few other kids were standing in the window, and she saw Bambi turn and bite this little boy right on the cheek. She and other parents would complain to staff, but nothing. Well one day, we were playing outside, and Bambi pushed me off the top of the slide, luckily, I only ended up with a fracture in my cheek and nose, scraps, cuts, and some stitches. I say luckily because from that height I could have killed if I hit my head just right. So, the next time I was at school, I waited til the teachers had left the room during nap time, and got up. I grabbed a pair of safety scissors from the art box, and went over to a sleeping Bambi. One thing I failed to mention was that Bambi's parents were from Vietnam, and she had beautiful, long, shiny, black hair. I grabbed a few chunks of hair right at the root, and cut. I put the scissors away, and went to sleep. Teachers never knew I did it. I told my mom about it because I felt bad, and she took me out for ice cream to celebrate. Next day, she came to school with a buzz cut. Funny thing is, years later, while in college, I told the story to some new friends, turns out they went to high school with her, and they were thrilled because she was still a terrible person. The way I look at it, her hair grew back, but I still have scars on my face, so
As a younger Kid I had unending superhero fantasies. Dress up like my favorite TV hero at the time. Running around saving everyone or battling monsters. Until the day I was found running around, wielding a sharpened Chef's knife. Nobody could figure out how I got it, since those type of things were kept well-away from children in the house. Heck i didn't even know where or how I got it. Superhero activities were supervised after that
I have 2: When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, I snuck out of the house when it was already curfew. My mom went and find me then promptly told me to always ask for her permission to leave the house so she won't get worried. I'm 23 now and I still tell my mom where I'm going. I used to love to dress up using random things I find in my mom or older siblings closet. Then I pretend I was a girl from ancient times or a fictional character. I am now a cosplayer (and an ex stage actor)
Not me but a Kid in class in Grade 3. "Busses for Tzaneen, Phalaborwa, Louis Trichard, leaving at 3", was the last announcement from the the headmaster on a friday, before greeting the school goodbye for the weekend. This kid saw another student smile, and then asked " You going home? For the weekend?" The other Kid would smile and agree. "Where do you sleep during the school nights? outside the gates?"... Kid knew he was a thing called a "boarder", but not that boarders stayed at the hostel next to the school...That the school owned... that was discussed and seen every day. He was called "bus-boy" for the rest of his junior school career
My first week in Germany, I took a stroll around the neighborhood we were living in, since civilians weren't given base housing, looking for somewhere to have a Hot Wheel derby. Saw a man picking cherries and plums from trees in someone's front yard. The owner saw me, a quiet black kid with a plastic bag full of Hot Wheels, just watching. I just came from NYC, never saw fruit trees up close before. She called me over, made me dump out the cars in my bag and filled them with fruit. I ran home and my mother demanded I reveal where I snatched those cherries from. She drove me to the house, saw the woman, and made her first German friend.
My parents regularly recall the time when I was two, and was at a church picnic; I happily took slices of raw, red onion, dipped them in ketchup, and ate them. This would set a precedent of me eating strange things in public, much to the bemusement of confused onlookers (not to mention the embarrassment of friends and family).
You must share some more of the strange things you ate.
Load More Replies... When I was 3 there was a childrens show on TV called "Phillip, the mouse". I loved it. One day I told my mum that "Phillip" was going to be on TV now, but my mum knew it wasn't the right time for it. Apparently, I had put a photo of my cousin, Philipp, into our tube tv and thought it would start the show. I still think I had the idea for the DVD in 1990 ;-)
A couple years ago my oldest was about to graduate high school. She decided she wanted blue hair after two other girls had pink hair for months, thought school was ok with it (my daughter was one of the very few kids of color in school, the other two girls weren't) and she went for it. The very first day she went to school with her blue hair she got picked up by the vice-principal while in English class and into ISS. For a week they wouldn't let her join her class, told her she wasn't going to prom and wasn't walking on graduation day. Her teacher told her about the ACLU so my daughter emailed them told them her story and together they fought for her rights. Children at the elementary, middle and high school began coloring their hair blue to stand with her and at the end she won her case, the ACLU made them change their dress code and she got to finish the rest of her school year, went to prom and walked on graduation day. Now kids are allowed to sport whatever hair color they want.
When I was 5years old on my second day of school I walked home alone after school. When I got home my great grandmother said my grandmother had left to get me, so I ran all the way back to school to get my grandma
When I was 3, I didn't get the toy I wanted at McDonald's. In all irony, it was Batman and I wanted the Joker.) My mom says I looked like I was about to have a fit for a second, then I calmly (and quickly) ripped my dress and pull-up off and sat in front of the counter in protest 🤣🤣 Clearly, I'd already gone full Harley crazy as a toddler!!
We drove to Florida from Ohio every year. We would stop at the fruit stands and buy coconut heads and I got to see the "7 old Indians'. It was years later when I studied American History that I found out it was the Seminole Indians!
This is a bit of a weird on, but when I was 14 I somehow managed to get inside the sewers near a bike course I was at. I don't remember why I wanted to do it, but I remember I was known as the sewer matinence guy for the next couple of months. I guess I just liked to explore a whole lot, even the grossest of places.
When I was a toddler, I used to climb anything, from stairs to gates. I climb the front gate which was 10 ft high. Funny thing I couldn’t get down. I rode my bicycle without training wheels at the age of four, never actually used them.
I had already gone full-nerd by the time I was 7. Had my own screwdriver set and everything. Started disassembling Xmas toys. To. The. Bare. Parts. Had to have my Xmas gifts "confiscated" directly after playing with them, lest they end up as spares a few days later. It was a huge frustration to my parents, EVERYTHING that could be disassembled, was, more often that not, unsuccessfully rebuilt. Eventually one smart aunt said "get him gifts that are already in pieces." From that day all gifts were Mechano, Capsela, Lego etc. Heaven! Good thing they did hide my toys away, today i have 2 extremely rare mechanical toys that the adult me has decided will remain assembled.
Mother: "Don't forget, we're at your aunt's today, so don't get the bus home." Me, 6: "Okay!" Later... Teacher: "Who needs to get the bus home?" Me: "I do!" Later still, after a 30 minute bus ride... Me: "Where's my family?"
At 10 yo my mom asked me why i was late from school. I told her I went to the dentist and he filled a cavity on my tooth. It was my own initiative. Never been to the dentist before but I saw a dentist clinic on the way and thought it's just about time for a checkup. He said to ask my mom to pay him later.
I would organize my Halloween candy on a TV tray and put together an inventory list with prices for each item. My parents ate more of my Halloween candy than I did, but I made a good bit of cash each year!
When I was about 7 years old, I started scooping little “tadpoles” our of our kiddie pool and putting them into little sandwich bags in order to sell them as pets to our neighbours. Turns out, they weren’t tadpoles at all! If my dad hadn’t stopped me, I would have gone around trying to sell MOSQUITO LARVAE to our neighbours as pets!!
Apparently I would sneak off at a super young age and jump into the deep end. I did this repeatedly because i liked being submerged. I couldn't swim...
When I was in grade school we needed to learn our times tables. I could do advanced problems on paper which I was proud of. However, my teacher required is to do simple problems on flash cards. I could not do this. For over a month I missed recess because this teacher tested me with flash cards. I would lie awake at night repeating my times tables to 13 over and over again. I hated having attention on myself and I later discovered I was dyslexic. Working on paper was easier for me and my parents couldn't make my teacher understand that. I still study mathematics
When I was about two or so my family went camping in an area heavy with bears, there were warning signs, bear boxes, and the like. We had the salmon my dad caught for dinner that night, and I stupidly stuffed several forkfuls of salmon in my mouth and kept it in my cheeks when we went to sleep. Woke up and my mom said I stunk like a barrel of fish, the perfect bear snack. Luckily I didn't get eaten.
i learned to read at 3 and I would spend hours and hours in my room switching back and forth between sorting and organizing my books according to size or abc order. I ended up working in a library and have ocd. Currently my DVDs are sorted by alphabetical order but i have spreadsheets that break them down by title in the following categories: genre, director, main actors, imdb rating, so regardless of the method of deciding the movie, I have a functional and streamlined system. This is the story of my brain.
I've been planning an index for the same purpose. My own DVDs are organized by genre, then alphabetic.
Load More Replies... Visiting an Aunt and Uncle when I was 6 or 7. Got my head stuck in the turnstyle at the grocery store. The FD had to be called to get me out. People at the store still remembered me the next time we visited, years later.
We were like 12 and Every Kid in class was Watching and following Robotech III like it was a A-list Drama Documentary. The episode when the viewer realizes Ariel was not human, but Invid, All hell broke loose! Everyone was rooting for Ross and Ariel and there all our theories went upside down! Was probably the biggest "debate" of Primary school
I was about 7 or 8 and had quite a hike to my bus stop in the morning. I lived in Arizona and there were a lot of critters. I got in trouble twice for bring dead snakes to school.... They would get run over and I would pick them up to scare the kids at school.
When I was about 8, my grandma had given me $20. The ice cream man came by and I bought $20 worth of slushies. Next thing my mom knows is all the neighborhood kids are coming in to help us put them in the freezer.
I went to a family gathering. I was barely one. A relative asked my parents what I thought about the earth. My dad got as far as "Willa knows-" before I sat up on my own and put my finger on my nose. Now whenever somebody puts their cold hands on the back of my neck, I just squish their fingers really hard. I am literally "hard headed"
When I was three, my mom took me to the circus, and she was (and still is) a single mom. She was carrying loads of stuff and we were standing in a crowd of people when she had looked down and I had disappeared. Now at this circus, there was 3 big circles on the floor, we were standing down at one end. When my mom found me, she saw me trying to hug an elephants leg, in the third circle. Can't remember whether or not I had succeeded but it sure freaked her out!
My most notorious story... well, when I was like five, my little brother decided to climb up into my bunk bed. Being the... person... I was, I decided I didn't want him up there in my bed. So naturally, I went and told mum. SIKE I actually tried to pull him off the ladder myself. I fell off the ladder and onto another ladder headfirst. Badabing badaboom, my superstitiousness was born.
I could also mention my first word was "I want a cookie" but that one's a bit less famous, surprisingly.
Load More Replies... When I was in kindergarten, it was half-day. One day I came home and my mom wasn't there. (She probably had a doctor appointment that went long, my little sister was born in spring of that year.) I called my babysitter, who happened to be home sick as she was in high school, and asked if I could come over. She said sure, so I wrote my mom a note (her idea) and bundled up and walked a half-mile through snow to get to her house. I sat and read all of their little-kid books happily until mom showed up to get me. Horrified, offering to pay (which she couldn't really afford), and a little panicked as my leaving a note meant leaving a note at MY level. She likely had to look a little bit for it, but not a lot. ;) *yes, I could read at age 5. My sister taught herself to read at age 5 from Sesame Street and Electric Company, and taught me to read at age 3. I hated being read to, I was a motivated student!
when i was 5 yo i saw my older brother jumping down a little wall in our neighbourhood and since i always wanted to do the same stuff as him i tried jumping down there too. unfortunately i slipped at the edge... guess who came back home with a broken arm and has a 12cm long scar on the ellbow since then? :)
When I was just under two my mother was an addict and didn't take care of me very well. She would leave me in my playpen all day, everyday. I was told by my grandma and aunt that I dug a tunnel out the bottom and would sneak thru it to get food or drinks and climb back in as to not get into trouble.
When I was in preschool/kindergarten, there was a girl in my class named Bambi. Sge was an awful little kid. She would steal or break things in class, then tell the teachers someone else did it. She would bite, kick, scratch, hut, etc. other kids. My mom said one day she dropped me off, and as she drove myself and a few other kids were standing in the window, and she saw Bambi turn and bite this little boy right on the cheek. She and other parents would complain to staff, but nothing. Well one day, we were playing outside, and Bambi pushed me off the top of the slide, luckily, I only ended up with a fracture in my cheek and nose, scraps, cuts, and some stitches. I say luckily because from that height I could have killed if I hit my head just right. So, the next time I was at school, I waited til the teachers had left the room during nap time, and got up. I grabbed a pair of safety scissors from the art box, and went over to a sleeping Bambi. One thing I failed to mention was that Bambi's parents were from Vietnam, and she had beautiful, long, shiny, black hair. I grabbed a few chunks of hair right at the root, and cut. I put the scissors away, and went to sleep. Teachers never knew I did it. I told my mom about it because I felt bad, and she took me out for ice cream to celebrate. Next day, she came to school with a buzz cut. Funny thing is, years later, while in college, I told the story to some new friends, turns out they went to high school with her, and they were thrilled because she was still a terrible person. The way I look at it, her hair grew back, but I still have scars on my face, so
As a younger Kid I had unending superhero fantasies. Dress up like my favorite TV hero at the time. Running around saving everyone or battling monsters. Until the day I was found running around, wielding a sharpened Chef's knife. Nobody could figure out how I got it, since those type of things were kept well-away from children in the house. Heck i didn't even know where or how I got it. Superhero activities were supervised after that
I have 2: When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, I snuck out of the house when it was already curfew. My mom went and find me then promptly told me to always ask for her permission to leave the house so she won't get worried. I'm 23 now and I still tell my mom where I'm going. I used to love to dress up using random things I find in my mom or older siblings closet. Then I pretend I was a girl from ancient times or a fictional character. I am now a cosplayer (and an ex stage actor)
Not me but a Kid in class in Grade 3. "Busses for Tzaneen, Phalaborwa, Louis Trichard, leaving at 3", was the last announcement from the the headmaster on a friday, before greeting the school goodbye for the weekend. This kid saw another student smile, and then asked " You going home? For the weekend?" The other Kid would smile and agree. "Where do you sleep during the school nights? outside the gates?"... Kid knew he was a thing called a "boarder", but not that boarders stayed at the hostel next to the school...That the school owned... that was discussed and seen every day. He was called "bus-boy" for the rest of his junior school career
