When I started school I was already 6. There was no kindergarten or pre- schools at that time. Country schools barely had indoor toilets anyway.
I already knew how to read a bit, and loved the lower shelf of the county library which was in the back room of our local post office.
I remember that I was chewing gum in the second grade, and got hit on the hand with the ruler by the sadistic teacher
In third grade I had a fight with another girl after school and tore my dress, fell down and skinned my knee. The teeter totter was especially lethal and when someone jumped off the other end I landed on my chin, which still bears the scar. I think I went to the doctor for stitches on that one.
Since my parents all knew the teachers, nothing was said about defective playground equipment or lack of supervision.
If a child got spanked in front of the whole school by the principal then it was assumed that she needed it.
Today there would be lawsuits flying right and left.
One day in the eighth grade I was home sick, and our teacher who was also the principal stayed down at the bar for an extended liquid lunch, so the class ran wild down the hallways, and some jumped out the windows. They were all punished the next Monday by being held after school for an hour, but those who lived out on rural farms had no way home, until their parents drove into school.
We used to climb down in the pits of the out-moded out houses until they were removed.
In the fourth grade I got pushed into the boy’s restroom as a prank by a boy who I thought really liked me!
I gave him a roundhouse right to the jaw and soon put him straight!
Also in the seventh grade I got on my high horse and declared that I did not want to associate with the girls who sat around at lunch telling dirty jokes. That was the year I had very few friends.
Violence was right around the corner either physical or mental, and not much has changed in 60 years I think.