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Were you beaten when you were a child?

The worst beating when I was a child was my nightmare, which is still fresh in my memory. I was beaten that time because I lost my bike. My mother tugged at my hair and hit my head against the wall, which was about to collapse! Fortunately, my iron fist skill is quite fierce, and my mother is still swearing. This time, it was harmless and extremely insulting. Later, after the fight, it was good for me, so I bought mutton kebabs specially.

Another time, when I was about five years old, my speech developed into a lie period and I liked to fantasize about making up stories. My dad slapped me in the face and my eyes were swollen. It took me a week to disappear, because my father usually practices martial arts and has a strong hand.

This time, it directly led to the language development problem of my normal children, and behind it was extremely sensitive and introverted, afraid to speak. Buying toys every day after the fight is good for me, and I want to make up for it.

It's just that these two times are fresh in my memory. Every time I fan a jujube, my attitude towards good or bad is very divided.

My mother always buys me food, and my father always buys me fun things.

What impressed me most was the child's experience and my new neighbor who moved next door. His children were directly hung by ropes, and then they were whipped with mixed belts. On another occasion, they were directly hung from a big tree outside the yard, which was seen by neighbors, which was very insulting and harmful.

The little boy's eyes at that time were really cold and indifferent, and there was no emotion in them. And I've never heard him cry or cry. They are all expressionless.

Boys who just go to primary school will be punished as prisoners if they can make any mistakes.

Our two families live on the first floor, and they are connected. The old community is not soundproof, and you can hear them scold your children almost every night.

Later, my neighbor moved away. I wonder how the child is now?

It's still unforgettable to think about childhood now.