At primary school lunchtime, all had to sit down in the sun (no hats) on the long bench-seats outside for 15 minutes to eat our Vegemite sandwich & banana, then it was on! Ran around full-speed on the playground or grass, then up on the monkey bars for 45 minutes. A sword fight with tree branches, threw some stones at the metal garbage bins (and at each other), came back to the classrooms with grazed knees, bloody noses, grass-stained shirts, twigs in hair and more scuffing of those Bata black shoes - the world was ours! 

I hear now that kids not even allowed to run anywhere at school, it's deemed too dangerous. No wonder motorbikes don't sell as much these days.   

Anyone remember these desks???

I had em up to grade 5 ink wells copy books and slates to write on???

Teachers on the upper verandah watching the proceedings.

Teacher goes along the rows checking kids alignment and dress,

Dicko is a bit outa line so teacher grabs his shoulders and gives him shake.

A huge fart exits his pants , and in the silence it echo's around the parade ground.

This fart was heard by 150 people.

I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. I turned purple red. I suffered PSTD over this fart for ten years.

I was so glad to go to a new school, where I wasn't the kid that farted on parade.

Fortunately I have managed to put it all behind me.

I used to be left handed, till my ex Nazi teachr would beat me on the left hand that much when used, I now hit myself on the left hand with my right hand for just looking at me.