29 People Recall the Creative Ways Their Parents Punished Them


First major hangover, Dad woke me up at 7 and made me go sailing, that brilliant prick.


Had to clean the chicken poop out of the the chicken coop, for using the pooper scooper like a sh*t catapult to fling poo at my older sister.


When I was around 8 I would slam my bedroom door every time I got mad. After about a week of this my mom told me that if it ever happened again she would take my door. I slammed the door again and after I got home from school it was gone. It stayed that way for several weeks and I don't think I ever slammed a door again.


I came home completely wasted when I was a sophomore in high school. First time ever. Vomiting violently into the toilet. It woke my mom up. She went to the fridge and got out one of my dad's beers [she doesn't drink, he had about 3 beers a week] and forced me to finish it in the bathroom. Throwing up, crying, dizzy, just wanted to lie down. “Yeah, this is fun, huh? Oh man. Underage drinking is the best.” I'm 23 now. I'll drink socially, but only to the point of having a slight buzz. Ugh. Traumatized.

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.