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What was the punishment he received memoiable growing?

My most memorable punishment grow is when I was 7, and escaped home. I was mad, so I went to my neighbors house and moved in '. My parents knew where I was, so the game filled a box with all my clothes, my toothbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, exc. And brought it over. I was surprised! Then I started to unpack, and I realized that I lost my house, and the MY parents. Therefore, backup bags and ran back home. My parents were practically watching the clock waiting for him to come home. And then I got a great lesson about how I was wrong, I should not have escaped .. Blah, blah, blah! Then (as if it were not punishment enough), my dad hit me with the seat belt 2O times and had to do extra tasks for 3 weeks! Well, I never ran away again! So, tell me more memory punishment you ever received growing up.

My most memorable punishment growth happened when I was 7 years old too. My parents told me that he was not allowed out on the street where we live, but I in any way. When I was riding my bike from my dad passed me in his car while returning home from work. My stomache began to turn as I approached him. He stopped the car and told me to go home and go to my room. I drove home slowly, trying to find an excuse. When I arrived I went home in my bedroom. My father was standing in my room looking angrier than ever. I acted as if not knowing why he was in trouble, but there was no hope, I was in big trouble. My father sent me to sit on my bed, and I did. He looked at me and started screaming. I believe his exact words were: "Do not know why your mother and I told you to stay on this street, and this one street?! I do not want to get hurt or lost! You're lucky I passed! "Then picked me up and laid me down on my bed (stomach down), pulled my pants down, took off his belt and hit me did not even know how many times! Then he took my pants back up, I got up and sat on my bottom. Then he told me that from now on only allowed to leave if he was there me. Then he told me to stay in my room for the rest of the day. I did, but I spent the whole time crying. (Nobody told me that even good night.) Then the Next morning my mother came to my room and gave me a big lexture. However, during the lexture spoke again and my mom gave me a slap in the face. Then my mom said I could leave my room. Over time (several years later) I was given the privalige to leave the street. Well, I learned my lesson deffinatly! If you are wondering how I remember it well, it's because he read in the diary of my old, old old, old,. Oh, and also avatar photo is my messes, I actually have long hair. Just incase you're interested … lol. : D