In an attempt to get me blogging more often, I've decided that once a week I'll post a fond or funny childhood memory. The first one is from 1983 when we were living in Fall River, Nova Scotia. I'm not sure what brought this memory back to me, but I was thinking about it this morning as I drove home from Lethbridge. My best friend in Fall River was a boy named Michael Fiander. He came over to play one day, and for some reason there were a bunch of styrofoam pieces around the house. We, of course, used them as swords and beat each other with them mercilessly. It made a horrible mess, and when Dad discovered it, he told me that if it wasn't cleaned up by suppertime, I was getting a spanking. Not just any old spanking, either. It would be a BARE-BUM spanking!
Suppertime rolled around, and I hadn't touched the tiny bits of styrofoam scattered around the basement. I ate supper quickly, and left the table as soon as I was done. I ran to my room and hid under the bed. I was under there for quite some time. I didn't fall asleep, but I waited around with the patience of a child fearing his father's hard hand. After a while, the family wondered where I was. I listened to my mother and sisters looking for me around the house, and eventually going outside and calling for me. I refused to leave my hiding place. Eventually, someone thought to look under the bed, where they assumed I had fallen asleep. I let everyone believe that I had been napping rather than hiding. Everyone seemed so relieved to see me that the promised spanking was forgotten, and I was given a treat.
So, kids, if you're ever in trouble, disappear for a while so that everyone will miss you too much to be mad at you.
4 comments:
Mike, I can't believe you ever got a bare bum spanking, especially one with the Hard Hand! You were soooo cute!
I didn't get spanked as much as the older kids, but I was definitely spanked on more than one occasion.
This story makes me sad because when I picture it in my head as you're telling it, I use an image of Max for the little boy.
And you should've picked up the styrofoam like Dad said. My kids have done that a few times and it is beyond irritating.
Shudder. Classic "Little Kid" behaviour. I doubt Mum and Dad picked up the Styrofoam alone, if you know what I mean.
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