When I was a child, we went to a old Victorian school, the sort with gender segregated entrances and playgrounds on the outer limit of our village.
Being a country area, we were surrounded by farms and what not but right next to the school as this Apple Orchard, just to the right of the rear path out of the school to a cluster of similar aged terrace properties.
This if you were an ace tree climber was an irresistible temptation not just for the the ability to see just how high you could climb but also for that yummy fruit, that is out this time of year.
Thing is many a boy and girl had indeed done this before so the owner had gotten wise to it and equally the Headmaster had received numerous reports, so in each school Assembly a stern warning was always issued not to Trespass and Steal from it otherwise you'd be in serious trouble.
So we'd figure out a way of getting in each year and fail being sent to the Headmaster for a spanking with the Slipper with our classmates fully aware of what was about to happen.
It may not of stopped all of us but kept most of us in line during that period.
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