29 People Recall the Creative Ways Their Parents Punished Them


My father would tell me that he built me from spare parts in the basement, and that his earlier, failed attempts lived in the attic, and that if I misbehaved he could easily send me to live with them and just build a new me. The imagery was horrifying, and it also kept me from exploring in the parts of the house he didn't want me in.


My mom would threaten to sell me to the Russians if I misbehaved. I didn't even know what Russians were, but I was terrified of them.


I think I was 15 (definitely in high school) and got caught cutting classes. For the next week, my dad (who was older and had retired the year before when he was 59) went to school with me. He drove me to school and then attended every class with me. He also ate lunch with me and my friends. Oh, did I mention that he wore his pajamas? He did. He didn't shave all week, either. By the time Friday rolled around, he looked like a crazy ass, homeless person. I never cut class again.


I was an absolute bookworm when I was a kid. Being sent to my room did nothing as I'd spend most of my day curled up in there reading anyway. So, my parents used to padlock my bookshelf and force me to go outside for punishment.

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.