CLICK ON LINK:  (This page will redirect to the new location in 60 seconds, unless you select a link option) CLICK ON LINK: As a Young Child: I know it is rough out there. I have been there and have started to get quite used to it. I only went there on a visit to do some research, when I was a very young child. I found it so fascinatingly dishonest and that I stayed for a bit and found myself being dragged along with the tide of distress. I met some really weird people who wanted some really weird things - but they were mostly polite and kind. It was fascinating to watch ordinary people go by, apparently oblivious of the murky happenings before their eyes, behind the door, just out of hearings reach, or just barely within it, enough to have doubts and get strange looks. I met kids in the kids homes, at these times and they told me of their distressing stories. Not only of event at home, but how they were removed from home, without adequate explanation and since they were removed and placed in 'safety'! I remember wondering, as I watched people pass my mother and I, if these people were beating up and putting down their kids. It was impossible to tell. Even my dad was everyone's friend and a great sort. He was good at what he did, knew a lot of people, some quite famous and he was popular with everyone, as his friends kept telling me. I knew, from my researches at this time, that most parents smacked their kids. You saw this in the shops, or the park, when the kid is acting up. It was a very 'polite arrangement, usually with a backward nod of the head, a huffing sound and a smile in the direction of other parents. You also saw more aggressive beatings here, than by parents, in the homes of the kids you visited. You heard about the 'strapping', 'canings' and use of 'the slipper' of the 'big' school. It all sounded quite civilised and controlled, almost polite and agreed too. My beatings were not. Neither were my Mother's. CLICK ON LINKS: To Read More or
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