I came across an article recently about alternatives to spanking at the positive parenting website and as soon as I read the title I was flooded with memories of spankings received
When I was growing up my parents believed in whoopin’s. I never even knew it was called spanking until I was in my teens. I remember back when I was about 10 or so getting my butt whooped while on vacation back east.
My mother had the knack for tearing up my backside, as she called it. She could find the skinniest, flimsiest tree branch and strip the bark and leaves in mere seconds. I learned from her that there is technique in