I was quite independent even as a kid. I used to cook when I was in 3rd grade. It was nice, we were like a women-empowered house until my 10th grade. My mother remarried against the advice of everyone in the family, including me.
The teachers at the school would punish my son for not doing well in class. There was no violence, but the punishments affected him mentally. When I and my husband realized what was happening, we put him in a local day school. With a smaller group of kids per class, we thought he would receive better attention from the teachers there.