In my house you'd get the beat down just for thinking of the "b" word.
Look at that... 38 years old and still afraid to use it
I think it does help getting yelled at by the neighbors and told on by your teachers and all that. It teaches you that there are other people in the world and you will not get along with all of them and you can still exist and be pretty darn happy in spite of them all.
Now days you get the little fat kid that never leaves the house, never had to work for anything, never got a whoopin' by anyone and when someone did try to put little fatty in his place the parent{s} sued everyone for it. Little fatty never has to clean his room, cut the grass, rake leaves, shovel snow, walk the dog, pay his own way, take out the trash and then when his parents give him a BMW for his 16th birthday he wants to finally go into the world and rule it just like he ruled at home. And that's when the problems start. I was jealous of the kids who got dirtbikes when they were 10 and was on a used Huffy eatin' dust. But it did teach me that not everyone has everything. And when I did get the money together, I bought an ATC90 and to this day was one of the funnest, most expensive, life lessons I've learned and I wouldn't trade it for nothin'.