MY FIRST encounter with sectarian violence came by way of an unsavoury jingle in 1979.
Aged about seven, I was walking to my Catholic school when three big lads from sporting arch-rivals Waipawa Primary ran across the road, stood over me and sang the chant: "Catholic dog, sitting on a log, eating guts out of a frog".
Realising an all-boy choir perhaps wasn't the stuff of honourable bullying, the jingle was quickly followed by a few kicks.
Five years later I was again hurting after missing out on selection for St John's College 3rd form rugby squad to play Lindisfarne College. Since 1975 the two had battled it out for the coveted Father Fisher Trophy.
A friend reckoned it'd have been a "fierce" match to play in, given the "Catholics were up against the Protestants".