Maybe it was our desire not to get a “whippin’.”
Mama and Daddy both believed in using the belt on our butts! But it was always the last resort and not in an abusive manner.
From birth to 18 years of age, I received no more than five “whippin’s.” And, to be honest, I only remember getting one. I was about six or seven years old, and my oldest brother and I were going at it. I don’t recall if we were fighting or arguing. Anyway, I deliberately stuck him with a pencil. He told on me, and I “got it.” Never did THAT again!
For the most part, we wanted Mama and Daddy to be proud of us, and we acted accordingly. They set the pattern for calmness for us, and we followed.
NOTE: I detail how we were raised in my first book, Line of Serenity. It covers the years 1944 through 1977. (Good food has always been, and continues to be, a big part of our family tradition, and Line of Serenity includes 21 deee-licious recipes.) Go to www.goodshortbooks.com