I was pretty awful at banter as a little chap. I took myself, and life, very seriously. It is not that I didn't have a sense of humour. I just wasn't comfortable with it being directed at me. I also happened to have a 'loose tap' in an environment that looked down on boys crying. If I stood back, perhaps it would have been fine. But. The final ingredient was an over-endowment of righteous indignation. This made for an easy target. It was easy to rattle me. I often ended up in the bathroom, splashing water on my face, trying to calm down. Being able to laugh at yourself, and at others' crazy opinions and actions, is an important part of truth seeking. This too shall pass. We'll look back and laugh one day.