My most memorable punishment growing up happened when I was 7 years old as well. My parents told me that I wasn't allowed to leave the street we lived on, but I did any way. When I was riding my bike my dad drove by me in his car as he was coming home from work. My stomache started to twist as I rode up to him. He stopped the car and told me to go back home and go to my room. I rode back home slowly trying to come up with an excuse. When I got home I walked into my bedroom. My dad was in my room standing there looking angrier than ever. I acted as if I didn't know why I was in trouble, but there was no hope, I was in BIG trouble. My dad ordered me to sit down on my bed, and I did. I looked up at him and he started to scream. I believe his exact words were, "Don't you know why your mother and I told you to stay on this street, and this street only?! Because we don't want you to get hurt or lost!! You're luck I drove by!! " Then he picked me up and layed me down on my bed (stomache down), pulled down my pants, took off his belt and spanked me I don't even know how many times!! Then he pulled my pants back up, picked me up, and sat me down on my bottom. Then he told me that from now on I was only allowed to go outside if he was out there with me. Then he told me to stay in my room for the rest of the day. I did, but I spent the whole time sobbing. (Nobody even told me goodnight.) Then the following morning my mom came into my room and gave me a big lexture. But, during the lexture I back talked and my mom slapped me across my face. Then my mom told me I could come out of my room. Eventually (several years later) I was given the privalige to leave the street. Well, I deffinatly learned my lesson!! : )

If you're wondering how I remember this so well, it's because I read it out of my old, old, old, OLD diary.

Oh, and also, my avatar picture is messes up, I actually have long hair. Just incase you were concerned... lol.