Pop used a belt and Mom a switch and she always made us go out and break it ourselves and it better not be too light or she'd go get one ( I hated the ones with a fork) but the most memorable one was when my pop got home from work and I was I guess doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing in the back of the house and got busted cold. Now remember this was back in the mid 60s. I can remember seeing his face and knowing he was bent but had a plan....there was a hedgerow out back with a hole just big enough to jet through if I could get there before he could catch me, there was no way Pop could catch me cuz I was one fast little SOB especially when I was running for my life! He could read my mind cuz he hollered "Son, don't you run" Well that's all it took, I spun and I was belly down at a full run! That hedge row was getting close but that's when his foot connected with my butt...I went airborne and landed on my back and remember laying there dazed looking up at the clouds then his face appeared above me...I think he just came to check to see if I was still breathing and seeing that I was, he seemed satisfied and just walked away and never said a word.
I'm 56 years old and remember that like it was yesterday.
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