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>I was often over at my Best-Friend's house, growing >up, and she was often at mine. I actually got in >trouble more often at her house, than at mine. Part of >that was just because when Best-Friend and I were >together, we just kinda fed off each other's energy. > >The other part was that my parents just weren't as >strict as her's. > >Anyway my point is that I witnessed a LOT of paddlings >over there and was often paddled with them. Even if I >weren't paddled with them, that sort of thing was >taken care of in the living-room or the dinning room >at their house. > >It was the weekend, so Georgie's best-friend, Michael, >was spending the night there. He wasn't just best >friends with the older boy, they were cousins and he >was typically there every weekend. > >Nicole and I were trying to make a boat on their >living-room floor. I remember that we were having >trouble getting the main hull just right. > >We'd found the shapes for making it look the right >way. We both knew what boats were supposed to look >like, but the paper we were using wasn't strong enough >to hold the shape. > >And when we tried cardboard, it didn't bend right >without making cracks and creases, which just ruined >the whole look of it. > >We had finally settled on repeatedly cutting the >shapes out, and then using a glue stick (I got from >Grandfather) to keep building on to the outside, until >the paper was just thick enough to hold the shape we >wanted. > >It actually came out quite sturdy from that technique. >She would have it on display in her room for many >years to come, and that was after we had played with >it, with our toys. > >It was at this point the older boys were brought in. > >I had no idea at first what it was that they had done, >but I could peice most of it together after hearing >the lecture that they were being given. > >There was a house up the road, (opposite direction >from my house) and three children lived up there. Both >Georgie and Michael liked playing with the boy. But >that particular house was not next to the property, >like all the others. > >Mr and Mrs C's children, (and by extension Michael) >were allowed to go anywhere on the Lumber yard >property, (On my family's property) or to any of the >houses here next to said property, provided that they >use the back trail. Walking along or crossing the road >was Out of Bounds. > >That house was beyond the property line AND across the >street. > >The kids up the road however were allowed on our >property, of course. My family was good about that. >They also had their parents permission to go as far as >my house. The only real restriction was not to go >beyond our property line. (similar to about every kid >associated with the lumber yard) > >Oh, and those other kids couldn't go to the lumber >yard and they couldn't be at my house when we were >using the pool. > >But they followed the pool rule, only about as >faithfully as Brothers and I followed the rule about >Keeping our fingers out of Mr K's cookies, until after >dinner. > >And as far as I know, those kids never got busted for >joining everybody in the pool. Michael and Georgie did >however get busted across the street at their house. > >That would be an out of the way trip for Mr C, if he >were coming home from work, so I'm not exactly sure >how they got caught. > >Few, if any of us, were allowed near the road. It >wasn't a highway, and it wasn't a main road. It was a >back road. But sometimes cars did speed through. > >Typically crossing the road was a minor offense, but >it seems there was more to it than just that. From >what I gathered, they had already been scolded that >day for the same offense, but over at the general >store, across the street from the Lumber yard. > >(That was Out of Bounds too, but that rule was also >obeyed like the cookie plate. I'd just get Father or >Grandfather to walk me over sometimes. If they weren't >home, they'd surely be at the lumber yard.) > >Also there may have been some back-talking, and >insistence that they were old enough to cross the >street safely on their own. > >Whatever happened up the road, the discussion was not >going well for the boys here, because they were still >trying to debate the point after being told, they were >grounded to the house, for the rest of the weekend. > >(It's better than being grounded to your room, so just >take what you got and move on) > >After so much arguing Mr C had finally enough. Still >right there in the living room, he demanded, "Put your >pants down! Both of you!" > >Nicole and I exchanged looks. I could only guess what >she was thinking, but I was wondering if maybe we >should just slip out the back door. > >But NO ONE was paying any attention to us. Everyone >may have even forgotten that we were there on the far >side of the couch. > >My own parents wouldn't do it this way, not with >siblings watching. But then to be fair, we did have a >much bigger house. > >The boys, they were confused, or shocked, or something >at first; because they just stood there like deer in >the headlights, until the demand was repeated. > >And to be clear, this wasn't the first rodeo for >either of them, they knew exactly what he meant by >"put your pants down". The boys did as they were told >while Mr C grabbed the ping-pong paddle. > >There with us watching from the other side of the >couch, he paddled the heck out of the older boys! Both >were giving quite a show by the end of it. > >Michael was almost facing us, so were couldn't see his >bottom, but Georgie got his rear blistered so badly >that I wouldn't see damage like that again until the >horse-stick, at that school. > >They were both screaming their heads off, jumping all >around the room with their pants still down, and drama >everywhere, even after the actualpaddling was done! > >Mr C then said, "Now that's the end of all of this. >Neither of you are to leave the yard for the rest of >the weekend, and I better not catch you crossing the >street again." > >Both the boys acknowledged and then with their pants >only partially pulled back up, they hobbled down to >Georgie's room. Bottoms were still exposed the whole >way! > >I could only imagine what happened when they got to >his room. > >Once everyone left the living room, Nicole and I got a >good laugh about it. Like I said, I don't know if >anyone even realized that we were there.

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