indimom
Are We There Yet?
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The hot sauce and cold shower thread got me wondering. How were you punished as a child??
I was a child of the 70s and 80s.
My parents did use forms of corporal punishment.
We were spanked on occasion, mostly with a bare hand, but occasionally with the handle end of a fly swatter. (Always mom and not hard enough to leave a mark).
I was the only child spanked bare bottom (once by mom) for getting off the bus at a friends house in K without permission-I lied to the busdriver and claimed I had permission. (I got the bus driver reprimanded and my parents were NOT happy. By far the worst punishment I ever got.)
We had our mouths washed out with soap for foul language or backtalk.
We were made to write pages from the dictionary.
We were given time limits to finish our vegetables or be sent to bed straight from the table.
My dad scared the life out of me once when I was warned repeatedly to quit walking in front of the television during football. I did it one too many times, he picked me up (in just a pajama dress) and carried my upstairs and tossed me out the backdoor into the snow, then pretended to lock the door. This has been a source of much family humor over the years, but I was terrified at the time.
I just realized I "might" have been their problem child.
I was a child of the 70s and 80s.
My parents did use forms of corporal punishment.
We were spanked on occasion, mostly with a bare hand, but occasionally with the handle end of a fly swatter. (Always mom and not hard enough to leave a mark).
I was the only child spanked bare bottom (once by mom) for getting off the bus at a friends house in K without permission-I lied to the busdriver and claimed I had permission. (I got the bus driver reprimanded and my parents were NOT happy. By far the worst punishment I ever got.)
We had our mouths washed out with soap for foul language or backtalk.
We were made to write pages from the dictionary.
We were given time limits to finish our vegetables or be sent to bed straight from the table.
My dad scared the life out of me once when I was warned repeatedly to quit walking in front of the television during football. I did it one too many times, he picked me up (in just a pajama dress) and carried my upstairs and tossed me out the backdoor into the snow, then pretended to lock the door. This has been a source of much family humor over the years, but I was terrified at the time.
I just realized I "might" have been their problem child.
