Have you ever been beaten by your parents? What was the most ruthless one?

I remember one time, my mother asked me to boil water, so I brought firewood and started to boil, and it took a while to boil, because when the water boiled, it would spray smoke from the lid of the pot, so I was sure that it was boiling, but when I opened the lid of the pot, I found that there was no water in the pot at all, and I could see the red-hot iron pot and the burnt scoop. That is, this time I was beaten, the hardest beating, but I know that I am not to blame for this, and my mother knows that I am not to blame for this incident, but she beat me completely to vent her personal anger, because she quarreled with my dad. <>

Here's how it happened, I don't remember the reason for my dad and my mom's fight, anyway, I just remember that they didn't talk for a day, and no one cooked for me, and I remember I was seven years old at the time. At night, my mother asked me to go to the fire, she only asked me to go to the fire, I ** know if there is water in the pot, anyway, it is to boil the pot dry.

now, and then my mother got angry and kept beating me, scolding for a while, scolding for a while, and beating for a while. My dad was still angry, he didn't care about me, he beat and scolded me for half an hour, and I knew that it was all because my mom was angry with my dad who quarreled, so he took the opportunity to vent it on me. <>

This time it was a very hard fight, but I don't blame it at all, when I mentioned it to my mom when I grew up, my mom always said she didn't remember. It's the first time she's a parent, and it's the first time I've been a son, and I can be forgiven for making some mistakes, I told my mom like this, and my mom laughed and said, I really don't remember. My dad waved his hand and said

This involves a problem of education, sometimes parents are not necessarily right, but he just beats you and you can't do anything, it was the 90s, I couldn't think of using the law to protect myself, if it was today's children, they would have put their parents in the detention center.

Haha.

I was beaten by my parents, and the most ruthless time was because I fought with others, and my parents taught me a lesson with a belt, and I also realized my mistakes.

The hardest one was a slap in the face. Because I scolded someone and then asked me to apologize, I just didn't apologize.

I was indeed beaten by my parents, the most brutal because I stole 100 yuan from my family.

Suffered. Because he was too skinny when he was a child, he beat his sister to cry, so he was thrown out of the house after his mother cried at night.

The worst beating I ever received as a child was a nightmare that I still remember vividly because I lost my bike, and my mom grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the wall, and the wall was about to collapse! Fortunately, my iron head skills are relatively good, and my mother is still scolding. This time it was not very hurtful, and it was extremely insulting.

Later, after the beating, I was kind to me again, and I specially bought mutton skewers to eat.

Another time was when I was about five years old, my speech developed into a lying stage, and I like to fantasize about making up stories, and my dad directly slapped half of my face and swollen it, and my eyes couldn't see clearly, and it took a week to go down, because my dad usually practiced martial arts, and his hand strength was relatively large.

This time it was a direct cause of problems in my normal children's language development, and I was extremely sensitive and introverted later, and I didn't dare to speak. This time, after the fight, I was congratulated every day to buy toys for me, and I wanted to make up for it.

I remember these two times. Every time I slap a date, I have a good and bad attitude towards me.

My mom is looking at me to buy me food, and my dad is buying me fun.

And the beating that sticks out in my mind was the experience of my new neighbor who moved in next door, the kid in that family. His family directly hung the child's hands with a rope, and then pumped it with a mixed belt, and once hung it directly from the big tree outside the yard, which was seen by the neighbors, and the insult and hurt were great.

The little boy's eyes were really cold and indifferent at that time, and there was no emotion in his eyes. And I never heard him cry out in pain or cry. It's all expressionless.

A boy who has only just entered elementary school can make any mistake and be punished like a prisoner.

Both of us live on the first floor, the two are connected, the old community is not soundproof, and I basically hear them scolding children every night.

Later, the neighbor moved away, and I don't know what happened to the child.

It's still unforgettable when I think about my childhood now.