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Discussion in 'The Duck Hunters Forum' started by THEIRCOMMITED10, Mar 7, 2021.
Remember playing marbles, rock collections and arrowhead collections?
It’s not every kid these days. I remember being told “seen not heard” a lot as a kid. I also remember trying to be heard once or twice and getting drug out of wherever we were by an ear. My dad always said they make good handles, like a leading a bull by the ring in his nose.
My buddy’s mom kept a wooden spoon in the seat pocket on the back of the drivers seat. When that hand started to reach around we all knew to the shut up real quick or anybody in reach would get a pretty good indiscriminate whacking.
You are a bit outside the norm. I'm hoping to bring my oldest son's best friend to the next shindig as he's a bit that way too.
Remember when my father in law showed me how to stick a knife into the cable tv remote to get free porn stations.
You cant convince me kids weren't kids just because they were afraid of a beating.
Y'all will sit here and talk about all the hell you raised when you were younger then expect me to believe you never acted out.
BS. You just don't remember.
Also, y'all were the ones that killed it...or your kids did. Probably cause it was a horrible policy to have with people you should be teaching to be adults.
It was the wooden spoon at our house.
I remember my younger brother getting it from mom and laughing at her effort. He was always coddled to so I don't imagine mom gave it her best. But it tripped her trigger , she said" your dad will deal with you."
Dad got home from the factory, him and mom had conversation on the back porch.
He called my brother out and me and my sis heard the belt unbuckle followed by a few loud slaps and lots screaming.
He never pulled that crap again.
Used to have our choice in junior high, the paddle or detention. I chose the paddle, thinking it would be worse spending detention then getting it at home because I got detention.
Detention was for more minor offenses. The paddle was for more severe. If they called for Mr. Sweeney, the gym teacher...O Crap!
We were given plenty of leeway, fighting amongst our relatives, friends and neighborhood rivals, but God help you if your parents perceived that any of your actions brought shame on the family or if you disrespected or mouthed off to any adult.
Haven't read all 41 posts but I do remember the milk man dropping of milk in gallon glass bottles. Also when the UPS driver delivered a pkg he needed a signature
It was our vice principal. I still think the guy was warped , he seemed to really brighten up when someone chose the paddle.