There aren’t a lot of things I remember as a child, but I do have a few specific memories. This one was before my family started going to a Pentecostal church. I remember being spanked by my dad when I was about 9 years old or so. He would make us bend over the couch to whip us. Naturally, I didn’t want to be spanked so I would jump around so he would miss me. Hey, I was 9 ish…..
One day he spanked me for something I probably didn’t do to begin with (I was a perfect child) and I started hopping and jumping around. He grabbed my arm which only made us go in circles. I’m assuming around this time that my dad got annoyed. He reached down and grabbed my ankles in one of his hands turning me upside down to complete my spanking. Needless to say, I don’t remember jumping or hopping around at punishment time after that incident.
Remember, spare the rod and spoil the child….
I'd like to say I was somebody special; however, I'm just a regular person with a regular life. I have all the same hopes, fears, and dreams as other people.