Andy Pandy
In the days before child abuse and parental neglect existed, I, as an 8 year old was entrusted with the supervision of my 5 year old brother. I had to get him ready for school and take him basically. It was all perfectly normal but you wouldnt get away with it these days blah blah.

One day, I swung a 4 foot tall Andy Pandy doll with bells on the end of its limbs, at my brother. One of the little metal bells hit him in the head knocking him to the ground and clean out. I remember rather calmly cleaning up the blood which was by then quite a large puddle, bringing him round and walking him to school. He wasnt quite all there really when I think about the staggering and lurching and the clutching of a rather profusely bleeding scalp. He wasn't dead though and therefore perfectly ok in my eyes.

The reaction of the teachers on arrival was priceless. I still didnt realise what a problem it all was. How social services never heard about it I dont know. Probably because my mum was one of the teachers. Dad said 'it was one of those things'.

Ho hum. Sorry bruv by the way.
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