Well, all those of the Tustison alma mater can recognized these images that I have now presented on the blog. Mom and I were getting ready the guest bedroom to paint when mother pulled uncovered this object that we all became too comfortable with in our adolescent years. So, with this in mind, lets hope to spark up some debate as to who became more familiar with this family heirloom. Of course, I have to say that I had received more of dad's vehement paddlings despite the fact of being the youngest and supposedly the most conceited. I must remind the family of the time when I was sentenced to even lie down with the board to learn my lesson. So the vote here is for Trevor. The floor is now open.
Well, all those of the Tustison alma mater can recognized these images that I have now presented on the blog. Mom and I were getting ready the guest bedroom to paint when mother pulled uncovered this object that we all became too comfortable with in our adolescent years. So, with this in mind, lets hope to spark up some debate as to who became more familiar with this family heirloom. Of course, I have to say that I had received more of dad's vehement paddlings despite the fact of being the youngest and supposedly the most conceited. I must remind the family of the time when I was sentenced to even lie down with the board to learn my lesson. So the vote here is for Trevor. The floor is now open.
4 comments:
Ahhhh the board.... Oh how I loathe thee, let me count the ways...
First off, let me state for the record, Trevor, that you have nothing on me: you were not the only one who had to sleep with the board--I invented "sleeping with the board."
Second, I still have marks on my bum from the lashings. Too bad I can't show them on the blog...
Third, when dad would tell me to get the board, I always knew exactly where it was. Can you say that for yourself? Yeah, I didn't think so.
Fourth, since I was the middle child, I would often get the board even when it wasn't my fault. I was the default. Remember, I'm the same kid that got sent straight to bed with no dinner for overthrowing a routine grounder to 1st base. All I had to do was tag 3rd. I am still trying to forgive myself.
Come on guys --- we can all confess now that it didn't hurt. The experience, however, taught me how to muster fake tears of pain.
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