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When I first started school it was just a room at the primitive chapel. I must have been a bad boy because I was put down into the cellar, and when dinnertime came they forgot I was there. Well it so happened my little sister, two years old, was buried that day. When I didn't turn up my uncle came to seek me. He came and shouted down to the cellar where I was crying. He said, ‘I'll get you out, lad!’ and he went and saw the caretaker. As I came up the steps to my uncle the teachers came back into the school, and he said, ‘Who's put him down there?’ My teacher was Miss Clark, and she said, ‘I have.’ He said, ‘Take that’ and whacked her and he walked out again.