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go here Singletons, are usually spoilt and pampered, I am told. Not this one. Corporal punishment, in my case, was to kneel in a corner. Kneeling, would soon turn to crouch, before sit, until someone remembered or noticed that I was punished, but not upright and not weight bearing on my skinny knees. They were extremely strict with me. because they wanted to toughen me for life without them. They wanted me to survive after they were gone.
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No cycling….you’ll hurt yourself!
Driving?…….Are you mad?
see url I am convinced, that these basic essential skills, have to be acquired, when you are young and nimble, with all your senses about you. The lack of these skills proved to be a serious handicap later in my life.
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