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29 People Recall the Creative Ways Their Parents Punished Them

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I was standing in line at a major supermarket and in front of me was a woman and a small girl, and in front of them was a young mother, with a small boy. The boy asked his mother for a candy bar, and was told ‘No’. He asked again, and was told ‘No’, again. At this point he decided to have a temper tantrum. His mother then whispered to the mother standing behind her and they smiled, all while this little boy was hysterical about being denied a candy bar. His mother then took a candy bar from the shelf and put it in her cart. The boy was happy upon witnessing this and his tantrum stopped. The mother and son then went through the checkout and paid. She then turned around and handed the candy bar to the little girl behind her in line. She looked directly at her son and said ‘Children who behave are rewarded, and children who throw tantrums and embarrass their mothers get nothing.’ She turned around on her heels and walked away from the boy who was left silent with his jaw laying on the floor. A bunch of us broke out in applause. It was brilliant.

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I got caught skipping school when I was 14. My Dad told me that he was taking me out of school the next week. Everyday that week he would drop me off at a local business (he knew all of these people) and told them “Here’s your free helper! He doesn’t want to go to school, so he gets to work!” They would work me, doing the worst sh*t ever, for 8 hard hours every day. One week of that and I was begging to go back to school.

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I had to write reports based on whatever I did wrong. Once I got caught in a lie and I had to write a report about 5 famous liars. Once I refused to take a bath and I had to write a report about germs. This was before the internet. We had a set of encyclopedias and that was it. It was surprisingly effective.

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When I was a kid my sister got detention for shooting rubber bands at kids in the lunch room. When the Principal called my mom she instinctively asked “Well did she hit anybody?”, to which the principal quickly replied that it was not relevant. Later on that night, however, my dad set up a target in the kitchen, on the fridge, and my sister’s punishment was that she had to spend an hour a night shooting rubber bands at that target. He explained to her that if she was going to get in trouble for something, she better at least be good at it.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.