Yes, and as I've said before they should have probably done it more frequently too. I think I was a little sh*t when I was growing up at times although me Ma says otherwise. I didn't really do anything that naughty but compared to some of my friends at the time, I got away with so much.
Almost daily by my dad, He always got violent when he'd been to the pub and often got violent if he couldn't go to the pub, He'd hit my mum afterwards most times for sticking up for me.
I had a wooden blackboard chalk 'eraser' cobbed at my head once! :eek:
I told my dad about it and he clipped round the earhole!
No lasting damage done.
*cackle cackle*
Almost daily by my dad, He always got violent when he'd been to the pub and often got violent if he couldn't go to the pub, He'd hit my mum afterwards most times for sticking up for me.
Did you give him a good hiding when you got older?
I got smacked occasionally but not often. They were fairly strict by today's standards and I appreciate that. They gave me a lot of freedom but if they told me to do something I was expected to do it and if I did wrong I'd likely get some form of punishment for it (rarely physical though).
Did you give him a good hiding when you got older?
Yes when I was 14 I got the better of him, He never raised another hand to me and it was a long time before he tried it on my mum again (she by then had the confidence to hit him back with a large wok )
Yes and it was always either a slap around the face (once in a supermarket, where she was confronted by someone who told her she doesn't deserve kids) or a clip round the head
Yes and although it was deserved and did me no harm it's not something I like to see these days , the idea of my little gand niece being smacked makes me want to hit who ever touched her. We now use other less violent methods which work better IMO.
Yes when I was 14 I got the better of him, He never raised another hand to me and it was a long time before he tried it on my mum again (she by then had the confidence to hit him back with a large wok )
Aw thats good to hear. I bet he got the shock of his life at getting wok'd.
Aw thats good to hear. I bet he got the shock of his life at getting wok'd.
My mum thought she'd killed him as he was out cold for ten minutes and she came back in and he was gone, He packed all his clothes and left that day, So I'd say so
He isn't so bad these days a totally different person, He's even quit the drink but his problems ruined large chunks of other peoples lives.
My Mathematics Master, Mr 'Hardrock' Martin, was a marksman with those things. He could turn, throw it and hit you from a good 30' away. It was scary.
Ours was Mr. Walley. Rumour was he had a metal plate in his head! :eek:
One day he missed his aim at someone. The duster smashed through the window and ended up in the playground!
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edit>>>> is it well earnt or earned? Maybe they should have smacked me for not concentrating in English class!
I had a wooden blackboard chalk 'eraser' cobbed at my head once! :eek:
I told my dad about it and he clipped round the earhole!
No lasting damage done.
*cackle cackle*
They stopped when, after slapping my 6 year old leg, I turned to my dad and said "you can smack me all you like I'm not bothered".
I cultivated an attitude early on in life!
Did you give him a good hiding when you got older?
My Mathematics Master, Mr 'Hardrock' Martin, was a marksman with those things. He could turn, throw it and hit you from a good 30' away. It was scary.
Myu dad belted me a few times.
The most thrashings i got were from teachers, standing in front of the class.
Yes when I was 14 I got the better of him, He never raised another hand to me and it was a long time before he tried it on my mum again (she by then had the confidence to hit him back with a large wok )
Teachers did too.
My grandparents hit me a lot more though.
Aw thats good to hear. I bet he got the shock of his life at getting wok'd.
He isn't so bad these days a totally different person, He's even quit the drink but his problems ruined large chunks of other peoples lives.
Ours was Mr. Walley. Rumour was he had a metal plate in his head! :eek:
One day he missed his aim at someone. The duster smashed through the window and ended up in the playground!