I certainly didn't miss out. All the kids knew me as the Jehova boy who won't punch back if you hit him. Aaaaaah, we'd all laugh at how Jehova boy got tripped up and his books all ended up in a puddle and his trousers had big holes in the knees and blood etc. The kids would all talk about the funny stuff they saw on TV, which Jehova boy couldn't watch because it was worldly and had swear words in it. Jehova boy was so shielded that he didn't know the difference between Birthdays and Christmas. Jehova boy was bright though, he got to do all the other kids' homework or else he'd end up in a heap of blood and snot. Jehova boy grew up and learned to hide the bitterness, and he felt good, coz he knew that his tormentors would soon be bird-food. Except that what he believed was a crock drummed into his soft brain by his softer-headed mother.
It WAS character building, I have to say.