I was six and it had not been a great day. I find it interesting now to look back on this experience and realise it was the first time I was grateful for my mother’s use of spanking as punishment and a method for controlling my boyish impulses and naughty behavior.
The day started with me being really bratty about having my diapers taken off and being washed and got ready for school. I was a very deep sleeper and did not wake up if I had to go to the toilet, which is why I was still wearing diapers to bed at age six. It caused my mother and father a good deal of extra work in the mornings, even when I co-operated. I didn’t this morning and by the time I was finally ready for school, I was so late mom had to take me.