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>I've shared this before. > >I was four and saw my first snow. Living where I do in >the South, snow isn't all that common. But we had an >unusually cold winter that year and I got to see my >first snowfall. I was all excited and wanted to go >out in it and play. But it was already dark and I was >already in pajamas. I stood at the patio door and >watched with a mixture of sadness and fascination. >Momma had to go downstairs and do laundry and my >little brother was crying in his crib so Daddy went to >check on him. I took that opportunity to sneak out. >The snow was falling pretty good but it wasn't really >sticking yet, but I didn't care. I ran and danced >around in the back yard. It was like magic to me. I >didn't even really notice how cold it was even though >I was bare footed. I heard Momma saying something to >Daddy through the door, it sounded like she asked >where I was. So I didn't want to go in yet, and I ran >to the corner of the yard where the tool shed was. I >opened the door and slipped inside closing it behind >me. I stood there quietly hearing Daddy out on the >patio calling to me. I stayed quiet not wanting to get >found like it was hide and seek. Pretty soon I started >getting cold and wanted to go in, but it was dark in >the shed and I couldn't reach the pull cord to turn >the light on. When I was trying to find the door I >tripped and was sitting on that cold concrete floor. I >remember crying for Momma and Daddy to come help me. I >was also started to feel really tired since it was >already bed time. In spite of the crying I was getting >drowsy. Then the door opened and Momma and Daddy were >there. They picked me up and I remember Daddy saying >"she feels like a block of ice." They took me inside >wrapped in blankets and Momma felt my feet and hands >talking about how cold they were. I don't remember >them scolding me at the time, but I do vividly >remember the scared looks on their faces. While Daddy >held me in the blanket, Momma took my bottoms down and >inserted a thermometer in my butt. When she took it >out she said my temperature was pretty low. Daddy >asked if we should to the Emergency Room and Momma >said let's try to warm her up first. She ran a warm >bath and then while she undressed me, she told Daddy >to get my blanket and one of the beach towels and put >them in the dryer on high. I was getting scared >because I never saw them looking like that before. She >put me in the tub and even though the water was a >little warmer than I was used to bathing in, it felt >really good. She had put some bubble bath in which >also made me feel a little better and she kept me in >there from time to time she poured water over my head. > She talked gently to me instead of fussing at me, but >I remembered her saying that I could have frozen to >death out there. I was starting to feel a lot warmer. >She got a towel and started drying me off, then sat on >the toilet and lay the towel across her lap and laid >me across her lap. She put the thermometer back in my >butt and checked my temperature again. Daddy came to >the bathroom with the towel and blanket as she took >the thermometer out, she checked the temperature and I >heard her saying "Thank God". She told Daddy it was >still a little low but I would be ok. Then he gave her >the warm beach towel and she wrapped me up in it. >Followed by my blanket. He asked about getting me a >pair of pajamas and she asked him to put some in the >dryer for a few minutes. She took me wrapped in the >towel and blanket to the living room and snuggled me >up with her in her chair. I was starting to feel >really warm snuggled up with her. Then when daddy came >back up, she started talking to me. I remember she was >gently scolding me for sneaking outside like that and >scaring them half to death. Then she said again, I >could have frozen to death out there. I didn't really >understand what the word death meant, but it scared >me. I also heard her mention the word "spanking". I >didn't know what a spanking was yet but I knew it >would be something unpleasant. After several minutes >of rocking and gentle scolding she told me she was >going to spank me and then put me face down over her >lap. She uncovered me and began slapping my naked >butt. I had never had my bare bottom spanked before >and was not prepared for how much it would hurt. I had >playful swats and birthday spankings but not a real >spanking. Of course I started bawling right away as >she smacked my butt hard. I don't know how many smacks >she gave me, it ended pretty quickly just six or seven >smacks, but it seemed to last for an eternity while >she did it. After she finished, I was bawling. She >wrapped me back up and cuddled me up again. Kissing me >on the head and rocking me until I stopped crying. >Daddy went downstairs and got my pajamas out of the >dryer and brought them back to Momma. By then, I >finished crying and was getting sleepy. Momma had >Daddy give me a goodnight kiss and then she took me to >my room. She dressed me in the warm pajamas and >brushed my hair out a little and then tucked me into >bed. She lay snuggled beside me and stroked my hair >until I fell asleep. > >I didn't know what a real spanking was until that >night, but I learned it was something to be avoided >even though I hardly ever did avoid it.

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