A fond memory of mine from primary school is my day of fame.
Something or other had happened in the playground of which I was totally ignorant, and Sister decided I was the guilty party for some reason. I was summonsed to the front of the classroom where I received the strap and a very severe reprimand from Sister for my ‘crime’. The strap was a piece of leather and corporal punishment was administered by the nuns for various crimes

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I had never been central in the school, but for 24 hours after receiving the strap I was the primary school heroine…for what reason I have never discerned but the assertion was that I had not ‘dobbed’. Frankly, I could not dob since I did not know the true culprit nor the crime

. Having read about saints who did not defend themselves, I gave it a try. To my surprise, I became ‘famous’ for a day. I as too afraid of loosing my fame and good fortune indeed by confessing to my classmates my total ignorance of the culprit and crime. I relished in my fame tho I could never ever discern the true culprit nor crime, and basked joyfully in that fame feeling that at last I had ‘arrived’…and was devestated the next day to find I was again relegated to my unknown and unremarked place in student primary school affairs. That taught me something about fame!!!
Generally speaking, my childhood was a mixture of the good and the bad…of a functional and at times dysfunctional family situation and eduction. At times my way was painful at other times joyful. I think this more or less reflects the experiences of most…save those that have suffered dreadfully in their present and past lives.
The question asked in the OP is a really good. One can indeed gather and offer up all past (and present and future)sufferings and unite them to The Passion of Christ. Jazzbaby’s opening question though did make me stop and have a think.
God’s Blessings and His Peace…Barb
