It's not something, that I ever talk about, but back around 1965 when I was in grade 7 at Brentwood primary school (W.A) Murray hicks, (His father was a bikie) brought his dads entire collection of miniature alcohol bottles to school.
Evidently his Parents had had another very bad alcohol fueled domestic, so Murray took about thirty miniature bottles, his dad's entire alcohol collection, out of the cabinet and brought them to school.
And so, when the teacher stepped out. Murray stood up and made an end of year announcement and began handing and throwing them out a couple of people lined up.
I think mine was Tia maria, but I'm not certain, as there was a lot of different types consumed rather quickly on that day.
By the time our English teacher returned, we were all quite sozzled because we had swapped drinks between each other, and some had downed at least three bottles. The girls were the most hilarious because they were also doing something totally out of character.
After that bonding session, we all got on much better. We all got the cuts too so that also cemented the memory.
I know I know that was terrible thing for children to do.
Little Johnny Pink really was a naughty boy (some of those stories are true) in my innocence, however. I remember it was the first time in seven years that I fitted in with "THE GANG".
Peer pressure, I had too, downing the drinks was something that those young aussie larrikins felt, was the thing to do.
For a lot of children and their parents and the teachers involved, it was a memorable thing and well, it was quite funny too as I recall.
The room had lift up desks back then and a couple of fellow classmates' boys and girls raised them up high and had repeatedly chanted, the sound beruughh!
The rest of the class were splayed on their seats and giggling, it was straight out of a comedy movie, and I was a glassy eyed character playing my part in it. It's not a thing a young person can easily forget and yes it would be recorded in the school register.
I got seriously scolded when I got home, as I feel sure everyone did. This happened on the last day, after we had all sat for our end of year exams. And I know I will most probably be scolded for saying it. But it certainly finished off the end of 7 years of school, on a high note.
THE GANG never worried about me after that, as the years moved on. I lived in a tough Neiborhood back then, gunshot sounds, people screaming at each other, things smashing, cars revving etc. were common sounds.
I wanted no part of the local gang culture (up to fifteen pushbikes) and it had caused problems, so in a way that bonding session must've got them thinking, let's leave the weird kid, Johnny Pink alone, he's alright.
(I posted this childhood memory at first, that we had lined up however, I remembered the incident and have corrected it)