Dorthy's Story
I was about 6, it was summertime. I was in a sandpit near my friend
April's house. I was with Clay who was about my age. We had played
together quite a bit during the time his family had lived near my family.
His family had recently moved a block or so away. We were about a block
from home. I was wearing shorts, a tee-shirt & runners. We had been
sliding down a short hill into the sandpit for a while. Somehow some
sand got inside my shorts, it felt kind of good, and I put some more in. Clay
didn't have a bike and I did. He asked if he could ride my bike, I said yes
but don't go too far. He said he'd be back soon. In 5 or 10 minutes he came
back and as he approached I remembered the sand in my shorts and realized
that to get it out I'd have to go into the bush nearby and pull my shorts
down to get rid of it. Then Clay said he had to go home for supper. I
realized that I should have gone into the bush while Clay was gone because
now it was near suppertime and both of my parents would be mad if I was
late. So instead of going into the bush I headed for home thinking I could
get rid of the sand in the bathroom. My father was at the kitchen window
watching for me as I rode into the yard. I put my bike away and entered the
house. When I got into the kitchen he asked me why Clay had been riding my
bike. I explained that he didn't have one and had asked my permission to
ride mine. I had said ok. My father said he had bought the bike for me to
use, not Clay. Then some sand slid out of my shorts. He told me to pull my
shorts down. When he saw the sand he got really angry and told me we had to
go somewhere. I pulled my shorts back up. I remember he had me by the hand;
I was running along beside him and crying as he stormed over to Clay's
parents' house. I was trying to understand why he was angry, had I done
something wrong and if so why didn't he spank me? We got to Clay's parents
house and Pa barked at me "Now you be quiet" as he hammered on the door.
Clay's brother Adam came to the door, Pa told him to get his father. Bill B.
came to the door. I don't remember much of what the two men said to each
other besides Pa saying "we talked about this" & gesturing angrily toward
me several times.
I'm still unclear what he was accusing Clay of,
later I learned that Bill spanked all 3 of the children because of what Pa had
said. Clay had an older sister named Bonnie and for the rest of the years
that their family lived in the area she made my life hell. I never knew
where she would turn up or what she would want of me. She wasn't going to
let me forget that she got spanked because of me and I was a worthless
piece of garbage. Boys stopped being my friends.
Now I'm 56 and I still think of this incident.
Another Story
My
father had issues with Alcohol; he had not identified himself as an Alcoholic at
the time of this story. He met up with a man named Darcy; he brought Darcy
home for a party one afternoon. There were a few other people attending
this party as well. At some point during the party my father announced to
those present, "All I need is my friend Darcy". "What about your wife
& daughter?" enquired someone? Looking right at me while throwing his
arm around Darcy's shoulders my father proclaimed, "No I don't need them, all I
need is my friend Darcy". I got some pitying glances from the other people
there & even a look of "Oh you poor kid" from Darcy but from my own father,
nothing. I was only seven at the Time.
Another Story (New)
My 9th summer was difficult to begin with,
Maria & her family had left our village in June after school finished
for the summer. Maria's leaving was totally unexpected by me, I was
heart broken the tears flowed often.
Nobody had told me that it would hurt
when a friend left. I was extra lonely this one day & arrived at
Candy's door at 2 in the afteroon to discover that she
was at home alone. Her parents were visiting a friend for a drink or
2 promising Candy to be home at 4:30. I decided to stay with Candy til 4:30 so she wouldn't be alone at 7 years of
age. 4:30 came and went by. About 4:40 I
thought I've got to go home, I asked if she wanted to come to our house for
Dinner, she said no. Candy announced that we had to go to the beach.
I remarked that we could stop by my house to let my Mom know where we
were. Candy said no, that my parent's wouldn't mind. I think I
should have left her at that point, that's what she would have done if the rolls
were reversed. I knew I'd catch hell from my Father if he found out I'd
left her alone. We got down to the beach & had not been there long
when Mom showed up, she caught me by the arm & dragged me up the beach
toward home. She (Mom) was saying "Your Dad is really mad". I was
trying to tell her that Candy had been at home by herself & that I was
scared to leave her at the beach by herself, & I couldn't get her to come to
our house. My Mom either didn't hear or didn't care. She kept
dragging me up the road.
We got home, my Father grabbed me &
asked if I knew what time it was. I said "Yes". He asked why I
hadn't bothered to be home by Dinnertime. I replied that Candy had been
at home alone, I'd tried to get her to come to our house. She wouldn't,
then she decided we needed to go to the beach. He erupted in anger when I
said we'd gone to the beach instead of coming home for dinner. 'I don't
care about your excuses" he screeched. He grabbed my shorts at the sides
and pulled them & my underwear down to my knees, then pulled me over his
knee and spanked me. During the spanking he said "This hurts me more than
it does you". After the spanking we sat down to dinner. I guess he
was coming down off his anger high, and turned toward me & asked "Did you
say that Candy was at home alone?" I nodded. Mom chimed in with
"Candy was down at the beach when I brought Dorothy home for dinner". My father
said to Mom "So you're saying you left a 7 year old down at the beach by
herself when her parents aren't at home?" Mom squeaked "Nobody told me
her parents weren't at home". My father said "Well you'd better phone over
there to make sure they are all at home cause it's getting late or we'd better
start looking for Candy".
Mom called over to their house &
Candy's dad answered the phone to say"Yes we're all here, we were a bit
late getting home so we're just sitting down to dinner now, thank
you". Mom hung up the phone & remarked "What did he thank me for, I
didn't do anything".
After our dishes were done I retired to
my bedroom still missing Maria & wishing I had her to talk to. I
found a book eventually & started to read. I often escaped into
books. Then about 7:50 I started to get ready for bed. Mom peaked
in to say "Oh you're going to bed?" I said yes I guess so. Mom said
"I think you'd better go say goodnight to your Dad". I stuck my head in
the living room doorway to say "Goodnight Dad". He said "Come & give
me a hug" & proceeded to give me a great big hug. (which felt as
phony as a $3. bill). He was going to give me a swat on the behind but then I
guess he realized that that would hurt me.
I was about 6, it was summertime. I was in a sandpit near my friend
April's house. I was with Clay who was about my age. We had played
together quite a bit during the time his family had lived near my family.
His family had recently moved a block or so away. We were about a block
from home. I was wearing shorts, a tee-shirt & runners. We had been
sliding down a short hill into the sandpit for a while. Somehow some
sand got inside my shorts, it felt kind of good, and I put some more in. Clay
didn't have a bike and I did. He asked if he could ride my bike, I said yes
but don't go too far. He said he'd be back soon. In 5 or 10 minutes he came
back and as he approached I remembered the sand in my shorts and realized
that to get it out I'd have to go into the bush nearby and pull my shorts
down to get rid of it. Then Clay said he had to go home for supper. I
realized that I should have gone into the bush while Clay was gone because
now it was near suppertime and both of my parents would be mad if I was
late. So instead of going into the bush I headed for home thinking I could
get rid of the sand in the bathroom. My father was at the kitchen window
watching for me as I rode into the yard. I put my bike away and entered the
house. When I got into the kitchen he asked me why Clay had been riding my
bike. I explained that he didn't have one and had asked my permission to
ride mine. I had said ok. My father said he had bought the bike for me to
use, not Clay. Then some sand slid out of my shorts. He told me to pull my
shorts down. When he saw the sand he got really angry and told me we had to
go somewhere. I pulled my shorts back up. I remember he had me by the hand;
I was running along beside him and crying as he stormed over to Clay's
parents' house. I was trying to understand why he was angry, had I done
something wrong and if so why didn't he spank me? We got to Clay's parents
house and Pa barked at me "Now you be quiet" as he hammered on the door.
Clay's brother Adam came to the door, Pa told him to get his father. Bill B.
came to the door. I don't remember much of what the two men said to each
other besides Pa saying "we talked about this" & gesturing angrily toward
me several times.
I'm still unclear what he was accusing Clay of,
later I learned that Bill spanked all 3 of the children because of what Pa had
said. Clay had an older sister named Bonnie and for the rest of the years
that their family lived in the area she made my life hell. I never knew
where she would turn up or what she would want of me. She wasn't going to
let me forget that she got spanked because of me and I was a worthless
piece of garbage. Boys stopped being my friends.
Now I'm 56 and I still think of this incident.
Another Story
My
father had issues with Alcohol; he had not identified himself as an Alcoholic at
the time of this story. He met up with a man named Darcy; he brought Darcy
home for a party one afternoon. There were a few other people attending
this party as well. At some point during the party my father announced to
those present, "All I need is my friend Darcy". "What about your wife
& daughter?" enquired someone? Looking right at me while throwing his
arm around Darcy's shoulders my father proclaimed, "No I don't need them, all I
need is my friend Darcy". I got some pitying glances from the other people
there & even a look of "Oh you poor kid" from Darcy but from my own father,
nothing. I was only seven at the Time.
Another Story (New)
My 9th summer was difficult to begin with,
Maria & her family had left our village in June after school finished
for the summer. Maria's leaving was totally unexpected by me, I was
heart broken the tears flowed often.
Nobody had told me that it would hurt
when a friend left. I was extra lonely this one day & arrived at
Candy's door at 2 in the afteroon to discover that she
was at home alone. Her parents were visiting a friend for a drink or
2 promising Candy to be home at 4:30. I decided to stay with Candy til 4:30 so she wouldn't be alone at 7 years of
age. 4:30 came and went by. About 4:40 I
thought I've got to go home, I asked if she wanted to come to our house for
Dinner, she said no. Candy announced that we had to go to the beach.
I remarked that we could stop by my house to let my Mom know where we
were. Candy said no, that my parent's wouldn't mind. I think I
should have left her at that point, that's what she would have done if the rolls
were reversed. I knew I'd catch hell from my Father if he found out I'd
left her alone. We got down to the beach & had not been there long
when Mom showed up, she caught me by the arm & dragged me up the beach
toward home. She (Mom) was saying "Your Dad is really mad". I was
trying to tell her that Candy had been at home by herself & that I was
scared to leave her at the beach by herself, & I couldn't get her to come to
our house. My Mom either didn't hear or didn't care. She kept
dragging me up the road.
We got home, my Father grabbed me &
asked if I knew what time it was. I said "Yes". He asked why I
hadn't bothered to be home by Dinnertime. I replied that Candy had been
at home alone, I'd tried to get her to come to our house. She wouldn't,
then she decided we needed to go to the beach. He erupted in anger when I
said we'd gone to the beach instead of coming home for dinner. 'I don't
care about your excuses" he screeched. He grabbed my shorts at the sides
and pulled them & my underwear down to my knees, then pulled me over his
knee and spanked me. During the spanking he said "This hurts me more than
it does you". After the spanking we sat down to dinner. I guess he
was coming down off his anger high, and turned toward me & asked "Did you
say that Candy was at home alone?" I nodded. Mom chimed in with
"Candy was down at the beach when I brought Dorothy home for dinner". My father
said to Mom "So you're saying you left a 7 year old down at the beach by
herself when her parents aren't at home?" Mom squeaked "Nobody told me
her parents weren't at home". My father said "Well you'd better phone over
there to make sure they are all at home cause it's getting late or we'd better
start looking for Candy".
Mom called over to their house &
Candy's dad answered the phone to say"Yes we're all here, we were a bit
late getting home so we're just sitting down to dinner now, thank
you". Mom hung up the phone & remarked "What did he thank me for, I
didn't do anything".
After our dishes were done I retired to
my bedroom still missing Maria & wishing I had her to talk to. I
found a book eventually & started to read. I often escaped into
books. Then about 7:50 I started to get ready for bed. Mom peaked
in to say "Oh you're going to bed?" I said yes I guess so. Mom said
"I think you'd better go say goodnight to your Dad". I stuck my head in
the living room doorway to say "Goodnight Dad". He said "Come & give
me a hug" & proceeded to give me a great big hug. (which felt as
phony as a $3. bill). He was going to give me a swat on the behind but then I
guess he realized that that would hurt me.
