Those memories, as I recollect, were the severe beatings and shamming that I suffered because of sexual promiscuity among the group of children that were the nucleus in the environment of my early childhood.
We were a group of children, ranging in ages from babies to 13 years, both girls and boys.
It was not that we were so terrible wicked, as it was…?
It was not that we were so terrible wicked, as it was that we did not have adequate supervision.
We were allowed to run like wild goats just to get us out of the grown-ups way, for all grown-ups had lots of work so there was nobody to watch us when we were out of school at play time; yet, when we were caught in any misdemeanor?
We were whipped and shamed. We were whipped and shamed, and we were left there like wicked, hopeless criminals.
Nobody seemed to know that there was such thing as the loving discipline which God approves or God’s forgiveness, for nobody seemed to know too much about the Word of God.
I became the escape goat among the whole group, why?
We were not brought up in God’s way and I, it seems to me as I recollect the grotesque mess, was the one that became the escape goat among the whole group, why?
Because, I had, from an early age, an impulsive nature, a good imagination and a bright mind, but! I lacked common sense.
I was gullible from early childhood. I could figure out more than one way to get myself into trouble but not any way out of trouble.
So, I was the one who always got caught to suffer severe punishment. Punishment that caused me not just the mere suffering of physical pain, but!
Something even more painful and tragic yet, the suffering of deep emotional wounds that would remain bleeding for many, many years to come.
My parents were moral and religious people, with good intentions, and high moral standards.
But above all, and despite the wounds that I suffered because of the treatment that I received from my parents?
That treatment was not imposed upon me in hate, for my parents were not hateful, nor wicked irresponsible beings.
My parents were moral and religious people, with good intentions, and high moral standards. And they did love us. Nevertheless? The saga shall continue in the next chapter.
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