There was this one particular time when my dad was going to beat me (that is what we used to call it—no he wasn’t abusive) for something that I cannot remember right now. As most southern-born parents did to their children, I was given the opportunity to pick out the tool to be used for my discipline session. This was in the early 80′s, so belts in those days had gone through a radical change from wide to skinny. My dad had both. So I did what any other kid would have done, I hid the wide purple belt waaaaaaay in the closet somewhere and brought down the skinny belt. When I came downstairs with the belt, he just took it from me and marched upstairs to his closet. About a few minutes later, HE CAME BACK WITH THE PURPLE DISCO BELT!!
Needless to say that I had the word “Levi’s” imprinted all up and down my black behind.
Another thing…
Why did it seem that our mothers back in the day were quick to tell our dads that we needed a beating spanking , but after the fact they were the first ones to tell dad “maybe you were a little too hard”.
Why mom, whyyyyyyyy?
Sphere: Related Content
