Do you remember being beaten as a child?

Speaking of being beaten, everyone may have been beaten more than once as a child. After all, as the saying goes, "Little trees don't need pruning". Anyway, in my memory, my grandfather always said this sentence when I was a child to explain why my father hit me.

Although I am not very naughty, I have been beaten since I was a child. According to grandma, I had two big problems when I was a child. One is feeling sleepy before going to bed at night. Either my clothes are not on the board or the quilt cover is untidy. I had to get up and re-quilt, as long as I had enough trouble. Or I'll keep crying. So, despite the pull of my grandparents, I haven't been beaten that many times, but it was a good time, and now it's complete.

Maybe one annoying place at a time! Another point I was beaten was getting up early to get dressed. Grandma is used to the child's patience, but she can't stand my "discomfort!" hahaha. I wore it three or five times in the morning, but this dress just doesn't work. I always want my father to raise his hand to start or end playing, and I am full of energy (covering my face); I went to my grandmother's house during the winter and summer vacations. My grandma thinks I really want me to go. As a result, I called my mother the next day: "The child is fine everywhere, but I can't wear this dress. Come and pick it up! " These two beating points should be when I can't remember clearly. They all heard it from their grandparents when they were young. It's really time to beat them!

Growing up, I often heard my father hit me with a wooden stick, which was always regarded as a joke at family gatherings. When I was a child, in Northeast dialect, it was "miserable". The more things people look for, the less they look at their faces. At this time, dad is also the easiest to get angry and hit people. It sounds like this when you grow up. Uncle menstruation went home. After dinner, everyone sat down to chat. When I first played among adults, I became a high-profile lazy bone when I played. I had to let people play with me and start crying. Later, my father picked up a small stick on the windowsill and rushed at me. As soon as something happened, I ran to find grandpa. My grandfather sat there and said, "Stop playing, stop playing." While I was crying, I ran and shouted, "Just talk and don't pull. Can I stand hitting me with such a big stick?" Everyone laughed, but I ran to my grandfather and sat there crying out of breath.

I lived with my grandparents when I was a child. When I saw something bad, I wanted to hit me, so I ran to my grandparents' house. I know my grandmother is the most protective of me, so as long as I can run before my father, I won't be beaten like that. However, when there is no cover-up, it is inevitable to be spanked. Dad will lock the door until I don't run or cry. This is really a rare impression in memory. When I was eight years old, I had a conversation with my father, which is still fresh in my memory. My father said that he was old enough to remember, so he would not call me again and would tell me rationally. Well, my father still loves me, and I love my father very much, even though he always spanked me when I was a child.