Today reminds me of a really bad day when I was 8 years old

Scataphagos

Scataphagos

I wanted to play with the kids across the alley. They wouldn't let me join in.

So... I went into the house and got a knife and threatened them if they didn't let me play. (It wasn't a genuine threat, of course. I wasn't going to stab anybody. I just thought the knife would scare them into letting me play. A classic example of why we don't let 8-yr olds vote. That notion should be extended to HS and college age "kids" also... they're also are not old enough to make mature choices.)

Of course one of the kid's mom called mine and I got dragged into the house by my ear.... with the, "you just wait until your father gets home and hears about this!

Easy to imagine how I felt the rest of the day, waiting for dad to get home and administer my punishment. :(

How I feel this election day reminds me of how I felt that day.

:(
 
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Be my friend or I'll kill you, and the rest as they say is history. LOL. Not sure I would have shared that story.
I can relate to dad coming home to administer the discipline. Like being on death row all day. Got the belt a couple times, but more often than not he just had me working my ass off for a couple days.
 
TreeFrogTrader said:
Most of the ilk in your party had fathers that left- never to be seen again- after or before the child was born.

So, you won't hear many stories about them waiting for their fathers to come home.

Sadly, that is the truth.
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Whereas you have your head trauma stories to share about your dad.
 
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