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Let's see, I got whipped with:
wooden spoons
switches my mom actually cut off a tree
orange hot wheels race tracks (I still pee a little on the rare occasions I see those devious devices)
belts
etc...
I have scars from building a ramp on a gravel road and attempting to jump my bike...
I remember getting a machete for my birthday one year because I wanted one because Conan was my hero.
Kids didn't used to have ADD or ADHD... they were simply bad kids and an ass whoopin' usually took care of it. At least that is the way I remember it.
The pussification of America...
Just remembered this:
I was about 6 years old and my dad was holding me down tickling me... I had a dart gun (remember those?) and I shot him in the face in "self defense".... epic ass whooping.... I think the natives still sing about it in the hills.
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