I forgot to mention that many of my local peers were into drugs. I remember the names blues and bennies and was horrified after what I saw the effects that they had on them.
This was a pity as they were pretty good kids to grow up with but come 15-16 the dealers got their hooks into them.
My late dear mum once remarked I did not get sucked in because I was too busy building model aeroplanes and working. Very astute mum. A few of them died of heroin overdoses before reaching 18.
Also managed to fit in 4 years at the Army Cadets (the annual camps were my holidays), and learned many useful skills (map-reading, rafting and rifle shooting) among others.
Nowadays I notice a lot of 'umbrella kids', sheltered from the big cruel world by overprotective parents, left alone with Facebook imaginary friends and totally unprepared for the real world. A local teenager was run over while chasing an imaginary 'Pokemon' with his mobile phone, very sad.