Maria's Story Minute....
It was Easter Sunday. I was 5. We were at my very religious great aunt's house, with my very religious grandmother, and my not-at-all religious folks. Here I was, prim and proper in Easter clothes, coloring, quietly, alone, in my book. I must have gotten out of the lines, because I erupted, threw the book and crayons, and loudly yelled "F*CK IT".
I did not get soap.
I did not get hot sauce.
I got my ass beat with the belt.
That is so taboo these days, but a little "reinforcement" every now and again won't hurt. I don't remember this incident at all.
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