I wanted to tell you a little bit about my Mother’s use of the cane, but to understand it,...
In the heart of our Scottish neighbourhood, there resided a boy named Freddie. It was well understood among the...
When I was in my second year at senior school, the winter winds grew sharp and cold, and I...
(gap: 1s) This is the story of the most mortifying punishment I ever received—a memory etched in my mind,...
It was the early 1970s, a time when most parents were anything but liberal, and discipline was expected—sometimes demanded—by...
(gap: 2s) Growing up in the 1960s, discipline was woven into the very fabric of daily life—at home, at...
My brother Jeff and I are only 13 months apart and we were raised almost like twins. We had...
Spankings at my house were not rare and all of us – my younger sis and two younger brothers...
(gap: 2s) As I trudged through the rest of my school day, the hard wooden chairs beneath me felt...
(gap: 1s) The earliest memory I can summon is but a fleeting wisp, as delicate as the scent of...
In our garden, we were strictly forbidden to play baseball, for the windows of the house were made of...
My parents reached adulthood in the 1960s and both were what one might call admirers of President Kennedy’s ideals....
My mother took me to visit the daughter of one of her friends. We were the same age. Sarah...
When I was a child, I developed a deep fascination for horses, as many young girls do. I would...
Growing up in France during the 1970s, I was raised by my devoted mother, a woman of unwavering strength...
(gap: 2s) In the days of my youth, when corporal punishment at home was a common and accepted practice,...
During my formative years, my mother held a steadfast belief in the value of corporal punishment as a means...
I was raised in Canada within the embrace of a devout Irish Catholic household, blessed with two sisters—one my...
My sister Clare and I, as young girls, were often engaged in disagreements, much to the distress of our...
(short pause) My siblings and I grew up in a world of grey tenements and sharp North Sea winds,...
In the heart of a bustling Scottish estate, during the days when the world seemed painted in faded colours...
(gap: 2s) My brother and I, separated by two years yet bound by the invisible thread of childhood rivalry,...
I was playing at the park with some friends. Our mothers were seated on benches a few hundred yards...
(gap: 2s) “I said no!” my mother’s voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, as she yanked my small, curious...