My dear old Uncle, who would now be 85 if he were still among us, on the very infrequent occasions when he would bring his family over from England to visit, used to thrill my brother and me with his tales of his experiences at his prep and public schools when he was a boy.
It was so completely outside of our range of knowledge and sounded so incredibly awesome,that we listened with rapt attention.
Now, as adults tend to do sometimes, with credulous children, he may have exaggerated here and there, particularly of his audacity and devil may care derring-do, and also,I suspect, of his prowess at sport.
Be that as it may,I believe that a goodly proportion of his memories related to us were kosher.