Joshua Tree.. California, the school sat atop a ridged that looked south over the valley of the flashflood channel, the Joshua Tree turtle races grounds, room #8 , long before it became room #8, and the footshill of the Joshua tree National Monument. One building school, five rooms, or was it 4, 1st and 2nd grade split the day. 3rd grade, all day, so more boredom to conquer and nothing like giving the 5th graders at recess a bad time as they played kickball. In my 3rd grade gang were siblings of the the 5th graders...so it made it all the harder to to ignorei the 5th graders......guys around me began to throw pebbles at the 5th graders and I got fingered, innocent I was, were all called out of the classroom, lined up on the long sidewalk, our hands on the warm concrete building. I was crying. I cry easy, even today, in my bill liambeer body, ( I also have the baskeball attitude also) I cry watching Polar Express. Not sure if I remember the paddling because of my innocence or fear when I got home....small town, word spreads fast.
I guess it only took once to throw rocks thru the backstop at perfect strangers....well....not really....had BBQ with some of them and they were on my baseball team.