I've lost count with the number of children I have had staying with me, the last time I counted it was well over a hundred, so I guess it's probably around the 200 mark now.
I'm a believer in the 'back to basics' way of parenting and teaching.
Give a child the woods to climb a tree or hunt for ants nests, a river to look for fish in, a park to play in etc etc and guess what I had 3 adolescent males one half term when it peed it down all week.
Guess what we played - Ludo, snakes and ladders and Queenie a card game I was taught as a child. The lads loved it, sounded like a football match at times in our home with the excited shouts and laughter.

The only thing I ever said to them regarding school was to 'do the best they could' - no pressure. The computer was limited - they didn't have the time to spend hours on it - too busy living a life as it should be.
I was the same with my daughter, always spent lots of time with her, she was a good swimmer when young, I took her 3 time a week, she was in the Brownies, did fundraising for the Chapel and school. Enjoyed helping me to cook at home etc etc.
Life dealt her a cruel blow at 17yrs, but know what - she fought to gain some of her life back - look around Chesterfield, notice the places which are accessible - my daughter fought for many of those to be made that way.
We do now live in a world where appearance is important, the kids needs help in confidence to feel comfortable with who they are, then again when I was a teenager, the model Twiggy came along and I reckon the trend to be a stick insect with lucky legs ( lucky they don't snap ) began back then.
It starts with the parents for some of these problems and the buck has to stop with them.
Shit! I thought I had put my soap box away - all your fault ironsky
