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Originally Posted by Rusty
Dad never hit me. Mom tried to kill.  Dad would just lower his voice until it sounded like it was coming from his toes. It was so deep. It put the fear of god in you. Mom on the other hand. Anything that was close by was coming in your direction as a missile. The orange Hot Wheel track leaves some nice welts.  Ever get chased through the house by your mom swinging a baseball bat at your head with the idea of hitting a home run? Boy.........have times changed. |
Have they? Had to call in the mother of one of my 4th grade students when I was teaching, as he was being unmanageable. Kid was at least 5 feet tall, real bean sprout.
When they got to the lobby his momma wound up and slapped him right out of his sneakers, in front of God, the principal, and everyone else.