I am inspired by this turnabout New Rob because I, too, had little use for some kids growing up in the '50s (that would be the 1950s for those of you still sucking at the teat.)
We had a few "sissies" in our neighborhood and when we'd see one, we'd kick the shit out of him so he'd grow a pair.
One day a fat boy (there weren't a lot of fat boys then because we were all outside playing instead of sitting on our asses staring at a screen) asked if he could play kick-the-can with us. We kicked the shit out him for daring to do so.
One day we saw Johnny watching us jumping on our pogo sticks. Johnny was a retard. We didn't tolerate no retards so we kicked the shit out of him.
As to girls, well, we kept our distance - unless they agreed to show us their's if we showed them our's.
Anyway, I, too, have decided to make a major change in my life. I still kick the shit out of sissies, fat boys and retards but I've decided to start kicking the shit out of snowflakes because more than anyone else, they need a good ass-whooping.
So thanks New Rob for giving me something else to do as I await the Coming of the Covid which, at my age and with my pre-conditions, will sure as shit put me down. It's just a matter of time.