On one occasion I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. My brother caused the ruckus and quickly freed the screen, and consequently, I was still at the scene, Dad gave me a hiding with one of the timber panels from the pinewood apple boxes and it still had nails in the panel.
He later discovered that my brother was at fault, but then he said, I guess that you did not deserve the hiding, but there were many many many times you got away with being naughty.
