I think we’ve all done things wrong as children (and maybe adults too) that we’re really ashamed of, even...
At the school I attended, there was a theoretical possibility of being spanked, but such punishments were rare. Even...
Like many of my friends growing up in the early 1970s, I was spanked for misbehaviour. It wasn’t a...
When I was growing up in the 1980s, corporal punishment was generally out of favour – but not in...
I wasn’t spanked much when I was a kid, and my sisters even less. I always deserved it when...
(gap: 2s) In a gentle corner of Hertfordshire, where the hedgerows were thick with brambles and the air was...
(gap: 2s) In our cheerful little home, nestled amongst the neat rows of council houses, Mother was the one...
The sun shone brightly over the neat rows of pebble-dashed houses, and the air was filled with the cheerful...
(gap: 2s) In the little village of Craghead, County Durham, in the late 1960s, life unfolded like a patchwork...
(gap: 2s) In a quiet corner of a Hertfordshire estate, where the rows of pebble-dashed houses stood like sentinels...
(gap: 2s) The year was 1977, and the world outside seemed to hum with the quiet, persistent rhythm of...
I grew up in Motherwell, central Scotland, in an era (60s/70s) where the belt was still used in schools...
gap: 2s) The Spanish sun poured through the thin curtains of our holiday apartment, painting golden stripes across the...
When I was eight and my sister Cristina was 10, our mother took us out to the shops one...
(gap: 2s) It was a gentle Saturday evening on our quiet Kent estate, where the rows of pebble-dashed houses...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle, golden days of my childhood, Sundays were always special. Our own home was modest—a...
(gap: 2s) My mother, like so many parents in our Kent estate, believed in raising her children with a...
I was thinking of my mom the other day, and the many times that she spanked my behind raw...
“May I help you, madam?” the assistant asked my mother. Even at the tender age of 13, it was...
In the heart of Bradford, where the rows of red-brick houses pressed close together and the air always seemed...
(gap: 2s) In the early 1970s, in the bustling mining town of Barnsley, there stood a row of soot-stained...
(gap: 2s) In the soot-stained streets of Beatham, Nottingham, during the 1960s and early 1970s, childhood was a tapestry...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle heart of the English countryside, where the air was sweet with the scent of...
On that particular Sunday, the air in our little council house was thick with the scent of roast beef...
(gap: 2s) It was a golden summer evening in our little Welsh village by the sea, the air shimmering...
(gap: 2s) In the late 1960s, in the quiet, rain-washed village of Llanymynech, nestled between the emerald hills and...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle village of Woolston, nestled amidst the rolling green hills of Shropshire, there lived a...
(gap: 2s) In the soft, golden countryside of Suffolk, where the hedgerows are thick with wild roses and the...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle, rolling hills of South Wales, where the morning mist clings to the emerald grass...
(gap: 2s) Burton on Trent in the 1950s was a world unto itself—a patchwork of red-brick terraces, narrow streets...
(gap: 2s) On a golden Sunday afternoon in the heart of a bustling Surrey estate, the world seemed to...
(gap: 2s) In our cheerful little row of pebble-dashed houses, nestled on the edge of a bustling Surrey estate,...
gap: 2s) Once upon a time, in the gentle, sun-dappled village of Chailey, Sussex, there lived a cheerful boy...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, nestled in a row of pebble-dashed council houses on the edge of Surrey,...
(gap: 2s) In the gentle, rolling hills of mid-Wales, nestled among emerald meadows and winding streams, lay the little...
In my youth, both at home and at school, corporal punishment was a customary method of discipline. Though I...
I think I have described before how it was that Scottish mothers were such firm believers in maintaining order...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a time, in the gentle days of the 1960s, my family moved into a brand...
(gap: 2s) Once upon a Sunday, in the gentle heart of Chailey, a little Sussex village where the oaks...
(gap: 2s) In every well-ordered home, a mother’s gentle guidance is the cornerstone upon which a child’s character is...