THE SWITCH

Be naughty and perhaps you will be forced to seek out the weapon of choice. As a child when I was being bad, and had pushed my mother to far, she would grab my ear lobe, thus stopping me from running away (

it is still normal in size), looking at me and saying “Young man”, this meant I was in big trouble and about to experience the dreaded disciplinary tool she was now considering, usually choosing that of a switch.

Making matters worse she would send me out to the back yard to obtain a switch. Of course, being smart like I was, I would seek out the most pathetic switch, thus, avoiding any real pain, I would then walk back into the house with my selection, more often than not, it was about the same as using a wet noodle for a spanking, she would occasionally laugh, give me a hug and all was all, most of the time.