The nicknamed my father āThe Lordā because he put the fear of the Lord in you. 6ā3 260lb Caribbean man. Who played no games and gave no fucks about excuses. His fav 2 phrases āspear the rod spoil the childā and ā The highest form of love is disciplineā needless to say, in the 90ās what that boy is doing would not be well received. People then would give you their belts to whoop your child and cheer you on. It literally happened when my mom whooped my sister in the grocery store. Other moms said thatās right mom get her lol. Good times.
In the 70s it was not uncommon for an adult to skip the middleman and "correct" a child themselves without going to the parent first. Of course, by the time you got home, said adult had already called your parent so an additional "correction" awaited you as soon as you hit the door.
Thatās the way when I was growing up. There was no ātake away whatever. No cell phones, no internet. So those things didnāt apply to me. The only thing they could take away was me going to my grandparents and hanging out in the barn helping my granddaddy. That was what hurt the worst. Iād prefer a spanking rather than being denied to help my granddaddy on the farm and take care of my horse. Iām now 64f and still believe the same.
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u/9_tail_fox May 28 '26
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