In Reception (pre-school for you yanks) when I was about four I had a really awful teacher who seemed to hate kids and was basically a bully. We'd done paintings and I was proud of mine and wanted to show my Mum so asked to take it home.
She said I couldn't.
I asked why.
She said because she said so and they weren't for taking home.
I asked if they were going to be hung up in the classroom then.
She said no.
I told her I was taking mine home then and took it off the desk.
She snatched it out if my hand and ripped it.
I threw the still half full pots of paints at her, turning her into a living Jackson Pollock painting.
When my Mum showed up to collect me the teacher kept us behind to give us a big lecture about how she'd never known such a rude child as to dare ask questions and that my outburst might be proof of some mental imbalance. My Mum was silent and I was sure I was in big trouble.
We got in the car to go home and my Mum burst into hysterical laughter and said that she deserved it.
That was the first time I was outraged by injustice and the first time I found out my Mum was based.
In Reception (pre-school for you yanks) when I was about four I had a really awful teacher who seemed to hate kids and was basically a bully. We'd done paintings and I was proud of mine and wanted to show my Mum so asked to take it home.
She said I couldn't.
I asked why.
She said because she said so and they weren't for taking home.
I asked if they were going to be hung up in the classroom then.
She said no.
I told her I was taking mine home then and took it off the desk.
She snatched it out if my hand and ripped it.
I threw the still half full pots of paints at her, turning her into a living Jackson Pollock painting.
When my Mum showed up to collect me the teacher kept us behind to give us a big lecture about how she'd never known such a rude child as to dare ask questions and that my outburst might be proof of some mental imbalance. My Mum was silent and I was sure I was in big trouble.
We got in the car to go home and my Mum burst into hysterical laughter and said that she deserved it.
That was the first time I was outraged by injustice and the first time I found out my Mum was based.
That's fucking awesome kid you did nothing wrong your mom sounds cool as fuck.
She's a comrade for sure.
Obviously I remember seeing worse, more unjust stuff throughout my childhood, but that's the standout earliest memory.