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Written by Gujju on June 3, 2009
My childhood was great. I was a generally happy kid. I got my fair share of beats from the father, but most of the time, things were good.
When you are a kid, you live for the summer. The last day of school is always party day, and then you run out after the last bell, a huge smile on your face, ready to face the next two months of pure awesome-ness.

Summers were my life. In fact they still are. I spend a lot of time with my family during summer, because everyone is so busy with school the rest of the year. So me, my brother and cousins are always off on wild adventures. When we were younger, it was always FISHING.

Every year, me and my dad would water the backyard lawn, and then hunt for worms in the night. I was never scared of those wiggly bastards. My brother was. :P So we filled a few containers, because my dad was too cheap for pay for bait.

In the morning, we would wake up at about 4, and pack the minivan. We would head over the “meeting place”, where our other family and friends would be waiting for the 2 hour drive together into the country. Me and my brother would play this game while driving in the rural roads. We would look for road kill, and who ever found the most won. It was a cruel and unusual game.
Eventually, we would reach our destination...an empty path in the road. My dad and the other 5 vans would turn somewhere, and drive through this forest. There was literally no path or anything. Just lots of plants. They would park their vans nowhere in particular, and then we all got off, took our packs, rods, tackle boxes, and food, and then walked through this field of corn.

Yeah. We were trespassing on a farming field. It was quite the walk. Depending on how late in the summer we went, the corn was either not grown yet, or so high that I couldn’t get through. My dad would then give me a piggyback the entire way.

After walking for about 5-10 minutes through the field, we got to a “hole”. It was really just this space between trees we had to squeeze through, and then we would finally be at the fishing spot. It was just a nice place right by the river. I remember there being this huge fallen over tree that we would always sit on, and a nice fire pit that we left behind every year. Then the big boys would get everything set up to fish, the ladies would give everyone food, and the kids (my cousins, brother, and I) would fool around the rest of the day.

Sometimes we got to fish. It really was them casting the line, and us holding the rod until a fish bit. We then would reel it in, and someone would get it out of the water. God was that fun.

Sometimes, I went through our tackle box, and took out a fake worm. I would run around with it and scare my mom and my aunts. Then my dad and uncles would yell at them for scaring the fish with their screams. Teehee.

One year, a snapping turtle swam up shore. It was the biggest muthah-fuckah I ever saw. One of my uncles took a huge branch and put it in front of it, and it snapped it clean in two. A bunch of them had to eventually pick the thing up and get it back into the water. It was pretty scary :S

Eventually, it would get too hot to fish. We would pack up and do the whole process in reverse. The road kill game wasn’t fun on the way back though, because there were usually more cars driving.

When we got home, my parents would clean and gut the fish in our backyard because doing it inside would REALLY stink. Then at night, it was fish for dinner. Boy did I love fish.



Until I became a vegetarian.

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Thu Jun 04, 2009 02:54 AM +

Is it me or does everyone around here get beat by their parents? It must totally be a culture thing.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:02 AM [Edited once ] +

uh yeah.
Immigrant parents tend to do that. o:
Whatsthatcomedian'sname said so, at least.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:03 AM +

Russel Peters.

I dont mind that i got beats. They helped me

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:07 AM +

Shaddup, white man! @Painsalot

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:14 AM +

Arladerus said: Shaddup, white man! @Painsalot

I r half white technically. :)
And I have immigrant parents sooo. Yar.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:40 AM [Edited once ] +

Did you ever get beat? What did they do, give you wine and send you to your room?

"YOU HAVE A ROOM?!"

=)

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:49 AM +

Arladerus said: Did you ever get beat? What did they do, give you wine and send you to your room?

"YOU HAVE A ROOM?!"

=)

they kicked mah arse, that's what they did. >(
One time my Dad literally stepped on me while I was down on the floor.
I dun like to talk about this much. <.<

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 03:52 AM +

oh em. welcome to the family.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 07:49 AM +

Damn, no offense to you guys or anything, but you must have been brainwashed into thinking beatings strengthen you if they were intended for that reason. I mean, yeah, life does kick your ass every now and then, but not literally. I just suppose I'm the guy that wouldn't stand for that.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 07:44 PM +

beatings don't strengthen u, they make u a scared weak bitch who is really angry and hate's his parents and will eventually snap and kill somebody one day

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 09:40 PM +

I got beat a bunch as a kid..

Does Canadian count as immigration? :D My mum is Canadian, but I dunno. They were always pretty hard with the corporal punishment.

~Mip

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:03 PM +

Yeah because you're only rly Canadian if your liek Native American rite?

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:17 PM +

I never got beaten seriously, but I wonder of the person I'd become if I was.

If parents beat their children too much, then their children are likely to do the same thing to their own kids so I think beating is bad way of teaching.
The role of parents is to offer unconditional caring and guidance to their children. They shouldn't be tyrannic nor they should let their children go scots-free on their own.

 
 
Thu Jun 04, 2009 10:40 PM +

How does beating make you hate your parents? I clearly dont have any resentment. And I just want to clarify, beatings is not the same as child abuse. My parents didn't kick my ass for no good reason. I got hit when I stupid shyt. I once kicked my brother in the stomach, and my dad hit me. You could say you cant teach a child not to be violent with violence, but I learned that my dad hitting me hurt as much as i hurt my brother. So i learned my lesson.

 
 
Fri Jun 05, 2009 04:11 AM +

It's mainly everyone but the whites who beat their kids xD

 

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