I was an only child raised by my grandmother, and she had a switch. She kept it in the broom closet. I remember getting in there and throwing it away on two occasions, only to have it magically reappear the next time I needed a switching. I never knew where Grandma got the switches because they were willow, and we had no willow trees.
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Discipline in the woodshed
Sex education in the hayloft
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