I threw away most of my old elementary school drawings that my parents stashed away back in the 60’s.
You’d see WWII planes, tanks, and soldiers in battle. There were a lot of insignias and many swastikas.
We all did that stuff. By the time the picture was finished - the battle was over and most everything was covered in fiery red, yellow, and black.
They’d have us all in mandatory counseling today.
And pumped full of Ritalin and who knows what else.
I still have all of my report cards from Kindergarten onwards (thanks to my parents) and they are full of comments about a boy who wouldn't pay attention in class or stay still. I needed to practice more self control, not interrupt class, draw pictures of airplanes, read things not being presented in class, or look out the window.
My grades were terrible. But that is who I was. I wasn't ready to learn in a school setting until I got out of the Navy and went to college.
I sure am glad I'm not a young boy today.