the one i recall mostly vividly was being disallowed to speak, except for responding directly to a question, for an entire mth,when coming in ( and being started over) as a newcomer.forced to sit on wooden benches with no back for 12 to 14 hrs a day feet in the gravely dirt and at first with no overhead cover..in the sun.. with little break.in silence..(lol they judged me to be obstinate..lol they're correct) and here it is.. 30 some odd yrs later and the image of art barker..that smug arrogant lil twerp.in his yachtsman cap and puffin on the pipe he used in between his miserably failed attempts to quit cigerettes..doing his poor version of standup to the only audience he could gather..captive kids and their frightened parents..the desire to bitchslap remains strong in my memory..i suppose if he is still alive he must a pathetic and decrepid old fart, playing to some wheelchair captive audience in a redolent urine stank retirement home somewhere in south fla. guess issues remain huh :smile:
