Told us not to slope too far out open windows or the devil would push us to our deaths, then drag us to hell. Scold us for going to bed with wet hair: nightmare fishes and blindness. Under towels we hid, rubbing our heads afire. Warned us against gorging on custard apples or duhat plums or cotton fruits, which gave us the runs every time. Spanked us with their coarse palms, broom handles and bamboo paddles for our forgivable youthful trespasses. Cursed us, therefore we learned how to curse, blasphemy piercing through our faint hearts, blossoming with fears.