What are friends for?

When growing up in my small neighbourhood, I was good friends with the girl next door, Emily. We were both the youngest children in our family, and often were together when our older siblings secluded us from their activities.

My parents had never spanked me – not that I was a particularly good kid, my parents just found other methods of discipline. Emily, on the other hand, had been dragged over her mother’s knee more than a few times. I knew – I was there on several occasions. That’s not what this story is about, though.

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