Mind you, I am 43 years old, thus making my growing up years in rural Carolina in the 70's and 80's.
I had a drug Problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for
weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community
Socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was
Disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I
disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card,
did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher,
or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if
I uttered a profanity I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes
of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no
one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and,
if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this
kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack,
or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug
problem...America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us!
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