Childhood Bullying

by Robyn Russell

I got my first taste of being bullied when I came to England and attended my first school. All those mouth washings had worked so well that even though we had been brought up with the foul mouth of my step dad, none of us kids swore. We spoke the ‘Queen’s English’ having taken elocution lessons in our formative years.
This apparently was enough to make us stand out from the crowd and all three of us suffered at the hands of the nasty elements that are still prevalent in our schools today. My first experience was being pushed from behind whilst leaning on a barrier, and I ended up on the other side with bruises and scrapes to my face and hands. Needless to say we learnt to swear and drop our ‘haitches’ very quickly, much to my Mum’s annoyance, after all her hard work…………