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My Parents Drugged me as a Kid
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Meth lab had been found in and old farmhouse in the adjoining county and asked me a rhetorical question, Why didnt we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?
I replied I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community social no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didnt put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in moms garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dads fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow there, yard, repair the clothes line , or chop some fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I took one single dime for a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in every thing I do, say or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and , if todays children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place!
GOD BLESS THE PARENTS THAT DRUGGED US!
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The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Meth lab had been found in and old farmhouse in the adjoining county and asked me a rhetorical question, Why didnt we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?
I replied I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community social no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didnt put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in moms garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dads fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow there, yard, repair the clothes line , or chop some fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I took one single dime for a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in every thing I do, say or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin: and , if todays children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place!
GOD BLESS THE PARENTS THAT DRUGGED US!
Author unknown
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I wasn't scarred by it, nor were my brother and sisters.
I think that punishment, within reason is needed.
I also remember some of the trips we took, coffee cans full of pee, a picture of me 4 yrs old, peeing at the roadside and a gator comining up behind me, being the 7th person in a car, in the 70's traveling from Wisconsin to Texas either on the floor between peoples feet, or lying across them.
Now, my kids have heated leather seats, TV, game access, plus their ipods, computers, and personal DVD players.
Oh--- And I didn't need to be drugged! My actions and body did it for me.
At 2, I rocked my chair so hard I cracked my head open (because the plates in my skull weren't set, have a dent, and am refrained from head injuries. At 4, I fell into a poisonous cacti at a botanical garden, it took weeks to get over because my winter coat hid the quills (worse thing was they shut the area down until safetly measures were put in - of which I was invited to the unveiling) About that time, I came down with hideous food allergies, I brok out with palm size welts over my body if I ate the wrong thing. Worst thing was, I would get them on my butt and private parts, and in the early 70's, squirming in your seat was unaccceptable.
So, actually, because of all that, my parents felt sorry, but still gave me the paddle.