My cousin (two years my senior) and I wandered into a loyalist area completely innocently and by chance when I was about seven. We had decided to run away from home and get jobs because our mums wouldn't give us each 10p. Within about 30 seconds, we were surrounded by bigger boys with sticks who proceeded to interrogate us as to our religious persuasion and our fathers' names. We were completely baffled, cos although we were aware of our religion, nobody had bothered to tell us there was another sect who didn't particularly like us.
Anyway, I told them my dad was dead and they seemed to take pity on me. They got out a marker and wrote 'TAIG' on my cousin's forehead and stoned us back over the peace-line. Those were the days.
This has been an irrelevant yet true story.