I was a terror as a child, raised by a single mother who was a bit more passive than she should have been. She didn't know what to do with me.
There was one time I will never, ever forget that I was hungry, about 8 years old. I wanted something to eat and my mom told me I had dinner and that was enough. I ended up throwing a huge temper tantrum, kicking and screaming for about 45 minutes straight. (Yeh, I know I was horrid) Finaly, I said" You won't let me eat cause you ate all the food you fat pig"
Next thing I know, my mom ran into the kitchet, grabbed the wooden spoon and fucked me up! She chased me down, smacking me as I crabwalked backwards into my room, scream ing "Im sorry mom!"
Oh man, I'll never forget that. I so deserved every one of those and to this day almost feel guilty for not getting my head knocked off.
(My mom and I are best friends now
