put some fire on their asses, it wont kill them and when they are older, they will remember and think twice about the consequences of their
well at least i did, when i was a kid, my brothers and i were what you call hellion's, just pure terror's. and being the oldest i was mean to the
bone. and my parent's coming from fairly large families, my mother had five brothers and sisters, and my father had eight, and they being born and
raised in the 40's and 50's when the U.S. wasn't all wishie washie, and politically correct, they raised us like they were raised. which was if you
showed your ass, or you _____d up bad enough you got a whipping
now i don't want people to misunderstand what i'm saying. whippings weren't the only from of punishment we got.
that depended on what we had done. there was times when we would get in trouble and get toys and things taken away, or not allowed to watch tv, for a
certain time frame, or talk on the phone which we weren't allowed to do until we became teenagers, kids under the age of say eleven or twelve have no
need to talk on the phone or texting anybody unless it's talking to relatives or grand parents , but that is for another topic. or grounded, then
there was the dreaded sit in the corner, that was one of the worst punishments there was, couldn't do any thing but sit there alone with just your
thoughts. when your a active kid and got to be going all the time there was nothing worse than sitting in the corner. and we all three had our own
special one. mine was in my parents bed room right next to the door, my middle brothers was in the hallway between the bedrooms, and the little
brothers was in his and my middle ones bedroom. they were just out of being able to hear any thing clearly, but not so far away that our mom couldn't
see us. and God help you if you were doing anything other than sitting there.
now when it came to whippings, those were saved for when we had done something so bad that no other punishment would do, like smoking, running away,
steeling, willfully destroying something, or any of the numerous thing us little @@@ts could think of or get into. and when they were over with, you
didn't do the same thing for a very long time if ever.
and the implements, well they varied. it just depended upon what was the time period and or where we were at.
as little kids, it was with her hands, if we happened to be out some where in public, and decided that we were gonna act the fool, a quick backhand or
a swat to the butt was all it took, because we knew if we didn't stop, when we got home, it was all over with but for the kickin and the
screamin.mostly around the house at the young ages it was with her hands.
as we got older say seven or eight, she went on to switches. i use to hate the fact that i was the oldest and was getting the switch and my brothers
still got spankings by hand. and she would make us go and pick our own switch, and you better not come back with some spindly little thing, it had to
be a good one, cause if momma had to go get one, the k&s could be heard by the neighbors, the closest being almost a mile away.
and when we got to be middle school age, it was a paddle and a belt. if a paddle was good enough for the principle to use, it was good enough for my
mom. in both middle school and high school, the principle would ask you what form of punishment you wanted, study hall, detention, or a paddling. i
would chose the paddle. as a matter of fact, in the ninth and tenth grade, i was sent to the office so much that he quit asking and just turned around
and picked up his paddle when i walked in. my mom was called up to the school so many times, and found that the paddle didn't work so she moved on to
the belt. that lasted until i was sixteen, and decided that i was to old for that, it wasn't long that i wish i hadn't made that decision. they took
my car away for awhile and then when that got to be to routine, they would take my car and not let me get a job, as that would affect my spending
money, couldn't chase the girls with out no cash. and when i turned seventeen, i joined the marine corps, and let me tell ya, the crops don't play
that @@@T, that momma and daddy did. that was end of my hellion days.
now someone reading this, might think that i was one of the most evilest meanest people alive, no i was just 100% boy, a wild child, matter of fact
every adult i knew liked me, i just would do stupid things or wanted to have fun. some of it was just plain out dumb.
now as time gone on, my mother has said from time to time, that she was to hard on us. and she lightened up on my brothers after i left. but then as i
do now, tell her, you better be glad that you did what you did. there were times that i didn't do things i was tempted to do because i would think.
what will momma do if she finds out!
if many of the youth of lets say the last 30years had had been disciplined, by there so called loving parents. this country and i dare say the world,
wouldn't be in the sad shape it's in.
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