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The Way It Really Is
Entry One: 15 June 1985. Rating: Totally
We just moved into a new house and it's pretty
cool because it has a pool. Our old house didn't have a pool
but I swim fine and mom knows that and so does dad because I
passed my junior lifesaving and everything. On the first try.
Anyway, I asked to go swimming and my mom said "later,
after we unpack the books." So I helped her. She moved
on to the kitchen and I went and changed into my suit and dived
into the pool.
I was practicing the breaststroke when I hear
dad yell, "Anne! Get out of that pool." And I was
worried because things are never good when he yells at me. But
mom said I could swim.
I got out and he yelled at me for swimming
alone. And so I yelled back that mom said I could. He said he
didn't think so, and pulled me, still dripping, into the house.
Mom said she told me to wait. And I tried to say she said to
wait until the books were unpacked and they were, but my dad
took the kitchen paddle (the lame-o NOT cute one that says 'for
the little deer with a bear behind') out of that box and told
me I'd just earned my first spanking in the new house for swimming
without permission, lying and disobeying my mom.
And I tried to explain but he got even madder
and took my swim bottoms down and pulled me over his knee.
First, 10 is way too old to be spanked. And
no one should spank their kids anyway, because what if you make
a mistake? Which this totally was. You can't take a spanking
back the way you can if you ground someone or something.
But he didn't even say anything, just whack
whack whack on my cold bottom. And I started yelling because
he really hits hard and my bottom was cold from all the water
and stuff but he just spanked and spanked. And then he asked
me if I was ready to apologize. But I was still mad so I tried
to say again that Mom had said I could go swimming so
he started spanking again even harder and on the top of my legs
this time which is mega mean.
So I started yelling sorry sorry sorry.
And he finally stopped and pulled my swimsuit back up. But the
worst thing was I had to say sorry to my mom before I went to
my room. I wanted to slam the door but I didn't. But I want
you to remember that I would have.
They're both so lame. I wish I lived anywhere
else :( And I wish I could tell them that I say I'm sorry because
they make me. Not because I really am.
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