I remember myself as a pretty normal child. I was always singing, dancing, cracking jokes for my classmates, forgetting stuff, trashing my room, losing my homework and getting into trouble.
I sucked at school — not because I wasn’t smart — but because I was forced to focus on boring stuff. And it didn’t help that I didn’t get graded on having a social life.
My parents were two very different people (which is why they divorced when I was 2). My dad was a passive, laid back, non-confrontational guy who believed in the silent treatment as a main form of discipline. My mom was a waitress, a yeller and a hard ass who believed any bad behavior could be smacked out of a child and that talking was a waste of time.
I grew up learning two completely different ways of discipline and because of that, I made the decision at a very young age that I would never, ever hit my own children.
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