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I did tons of mistakes when I was young so I got beaten up a lot.
When I was 5, I was tired of seeing that little blond kid at schoool getting all the attention and generally being the teacher's pet.
So I decided to become blond too. I waited for my parents to fall asleep and put tons of cheese cream on my head.
My mother woke up and saw me and what had to happen happened...
Also once with my brother and sister we hid the stick which she used to beat us with !
She was pissed off and was searching the whole house for it... Well since she couldn't find it she decided to take her own rolling-pin !
I can assure you we gave her her stick back right away !

I don't know what's my opinion on "ass whooping", it's kinda blurred really.
On the one hand it was always weird and frightening to see my mother "transform" when she was angry at us.
I mean, a delicate, beautiful, soft speaking woman you would have never expected her to hurt a fly !
Moreover I never learned anything from those "beating sessions" and I continued to misbehave when I felt like doing it....
Yet, on the other hand, I think it made me a tougher person !

I tried that once.

My momma had this rainbow belt (I don't know if she was trying to be funny or what), but it just looked so puny and I was thinking to myself, "What the hell you about to do with THAT?"

So when it came time for a whoopin', I laughed. I was a child and didn't know no better, but she damn sure taught me.

Some parents need their ass whooped too, a lot of these irresponsible and 'questionable' parents are making their kids do all these things that they shouldn't be doing.

LOOK AT THIS: http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/video...Zxjs8i3Up0VBr1

HE NEEDS HIS ASS WHOOPED.

Being the only child you get away with everything.

Your parents! A damn mess, I don't get beat ever.

This thread, are y'all from the slums or something?


THIS!

The only thing my parents did would threat to do embrassing things. Like show up to school to pick me up naked, or be that overloving "I love you so mucch boo-boo" in public. Or post some embrassing stuff on facebook... they never hit me or anything. (screamed at, is a different story... my dad lost his voice when he yelled at me for sneaking out one night.)

I think the worst was in middle school. I was pretty obnoxious and rowdy - I remember I would call my teacher by his first name and got him so angry that he broke his coffee mug. Poor man.

This is hilarious

I once kicked another kid off the monkey-bars and sent him to the hospital. It boiled down to an act of childhood immaturity/bullying and it's one of my biggest regrets in life. The kid who was hurt was "that kid" who goes to school every day and is ridiculed for all these things that he can't even help (being poor, being behind everyone else in terms of development, and so forth), and I have a lot of guilt over the fact that I added to his suffering and was responsible for what I assume was probably a very painful and upsetting event in his childhood.

I was with a group of kids who were playing a game during recess where we'd swing across the monkeybars and attempt to avoid this kid who would come after us and try and reach us before we'd get to the other side. I guess it was like tag, except played on monkey-bars and this ridiculous rule that this outcast kid was always "it". At some point he was chasing one of my friends and I decided it would be a good idea to kick him and knock him off. I swung forward and planted both of my feet into his back which caused him to fall to the ground, landing not on his feet, but on his back and banging his head on the rocks below. Not wanting to get in trouble I fled the scene and went to go play with some other kids and act like nothing had happened, but it was really clear he was hurt pretty bad. The playground supervisors had not seen what I did, but they had blocked anyone from getting close to him and I just remember this huge circle of people standing around and watching his lay there for like 15 minutes before an ambulance arrived. They took him away, and I believed he missed school for several days. The whole time I lived in terror that someone would "rat me out" or that they already knew I had done it, because I know there were a lot of witnesses and I had several other kids ask me if I did it. I denied it. I was a coward. I should have came clean. At the very least, I wish someone had told on me or stick up for this kid because I didn't have the decency to own up to my mistake and accept the punishment I rightfully deserved. I've also never been able to figure out why this kid didn't tell them what I did. I'm pretty certain he knew I was the one who hit him. I got away scott-free, and now that I'm more mature it really eats me up.

Aw, we all have those situations that we are not too proud of that still has a way of creeping over our concision, and haunts us til this day. I hope you submit a question to the ATRL Advice Column, we may be of help to you