For me, it was being judged by my Mom. She's still a wonderful lady but even throughout Highschool, I would do anything to not get on her schiznit list, or at least not get caught! However, my two younger siblings never seemed to figure that out. Mom would make them pick out the switch to whack the back of their legs with, which she only had to do with me once when I was about 3-4 years old.
Everyone knew everyone where I grew up, and it was (obviously) in the south; so you had better be polite and obey all the adults, or there’d be a serious ass-whooping waiting for you when you got home.What gets me is, how has this come to the point where these douch bags act like this ????? Cause they ain’t had the shiz stomped outta their arses when they were growing up!!! When I was a kid, if someone that knew my dad saw me doin something bad, they’d kick my ass, then they’d tell him & he’d kick my ass ...... twice, once for him & once cause someone else had to do it!! Theses jackwads that block roads & trash peoples cars & properties need plowed through by large trucks with plows, then the ones they arrest should have to clean the guts off those trucks & get em all shiny for the next wave! 😆 aaahhhhhh I can dream can’t I?