More Fond Childhood Memories

This picture brings back memories.  The horse training whip was my mother's preferred weapon of choice in disciplining me.  She used to show it to her friends and brag about beating me with it.  She'd wrap the long nylon tail around the fiberglass pole and beat my bare legs and whatever else she could hit.  Sometimes the ragged tail would come unwrapped from the pole and would wrap around my legs, only to be snatched back off with her next swing.  Those were the most painful beatings I received.  I screamed.... not only from the pain, but also with the desperate hope that maybe someone would hear me and stop her.  Once or twice my neighbor did hear and did attempt to stop her. After these sessions my mother would leave red-faced and panting from exertion.  I'd be on the ground, gasping for breath, my throat raw from screaming and my legs dripping with blood.