You can always suffer from knowing too much, and at the sorts of schools I attended, it was easier to know too much than in most places.
    “How about when he stabbed the spider with the pin?” one of them gasped. The Incredible Shrinking Man was all the rage at the movies and those sorts of kids who were too tough for their parents had got to go and see it. I, of course, had not, but you couldn’t be left out of something like that.
    “Yeah. He just stabbed it and stabbed it until it gave up and then finished it off.”
    “No he didn’t. He just stabbed it once.”
    “Yeah. You’re always making things up.”
    If there was one thing worse than your peers knowing you were still under the control of your parents, it was being caught out trying to lie about it. But I hadn’t made it up. He did stab it several times... in the book.