Wrote a story of 5 different punishments that I received growing up. 1800 words of punishment sounds a lot but it is actually fond memories of funny stories that lead to the punishments.
It starts with the time of smacking when I dressed up in a baseball cap and glasses before ringing the bell on the front door forcing my Dad out his bath to answer it. I was most surprised when he recognised me. The time of grounding started when me and my siblings started taking 1-2 sweets out of a box of 400 as nobody would notice 1-2. Multiply 1-2 by 4 children and multiple visits and you get 2 weeks grounding. I also learned that I was not the only one that could remember what happened the day before. The time of Solitary confinement where an argument with my brother led my dad in putting me in the kitchen. I stayed for several hours in the kitchen and it soon became dark but did not want to get in more trouble by turning on the light or move from the meter squre he originally put me in. Even when my mother got back, it was only when they went to make dinner that they remembered about me (think Dewey in Malcolm in the Middle). The swearing punishment was rinsing my mouth out with Fairy washing up liquid. It did not stop me from swearing but did stop me from drinking from the little red plastic cup that was always used. The last one was my dad breaking a thundercat sword on me and my brothers. He had just had a hernia operation and after the final warning, one of my brothers threw my pillow down the stairs. Knowing that I would get caught, I took them down with me by stomping back up the stairs yelling.
I would not say bad as we were not feared on the streets and considering we were from a village known for drug dealers and psychos (a few murders here and there), I think we did not turn out too badly. :D
When a new village minister came in the 80s, he mentioned how nice the village was and with such a great community spirit. To Emphasise this he pointed out the three women that he always saw chatting to each other at the corner of Main Street. It was pointed out afterwards to him that the women were prostitutes.
It starts with the time of smacking when I dressed up in a baseball cap and glasses before ringing the bell on the front door forcing my Dad out his bath to answer it. I was most surprised when he recognised me. The time of grounding started when me and my siblings started taking 1-2 sweets out of a box of 400 as nobody would notice 1-2. Multiply 1-2 by 4 children and multiple visits and you get 2 weeks grounding. I also learned that I was not the only one that could remember what happened the day before. The time of Solitary confinement where an argument with my brother led my dad in putting me in the kitchen. I stayed for several hours in the kitchen and it soon became dark but did not want to get in more trouble by turning on the light or move from the meter squre he originally put me in. Even when my mother got back, it was only when they went to make dinner that they remembered about me (think Dewey in Malcolm in the Middle). The swearing punishment was rinsing my mouth out with Fairy washing up liquid. It did not stop me from swearing but did stop me from drinking from the little red plastic cup that was always used. The last one was my dad breaking a thundercat sword on me and my brothers. He had just had a hernia operation and after the final warning, one of my brothers threw my pillow down the stairs. Knowing that I would get caught, I took them down with me by stomping back up the stairs yelling.
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When a new village minister came in the 80s, he mentioned how nice the village was and with such a great community spirit. To Emphasise this he pointed out the three women that he always saw chatting to each other at the corner of Main Street. It was pointed out afterwards to him that the women were prostitutes.
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