My mother has never beaten me on my body.but the ways she used to punish me were much better than that,and I never forgot them.
One of them was happened to me at the age of four.That day my mother picked me up early from daycare because she had something to buy on the way home.When we reached the supermarket,I was excited by the lights and other good things.Suddenly,I saw a toy that I liked very much.It was a white and red telephone,it would ring if you pulled along on a string.Looking up at my mother,I asked,"Mum,can I have that telephone ?"She replied,"Baby,not now,but if you are a good girl,maybe Santa will bring it to you."
"But Mom,I want that telephone right now."She looked at me angrily and said,"Becky,you can't have that telephone today,but if you misbehave,you can have a spanking."
At that time,there were many people in the supermarket;I don't want to lose the best chance.I lay down on the ground and began crying,"Mum,I want that telephone." again and again.My mother calmly said,"Becky,you'd better get up by the count of three.One...Two...Three..."
Nothing I was still crying .Then my mother lay down beside me on the floor,and began kicking and crying ,"I want a new car.I want a new house.I want some jewelry.I want ...."
I was shocked by what my mother did,and I stood up."Mum,stop.Mum,get up." I pulled her up tearfully.She stood,and the others in the supermayket began to clap for her.They were cheering and laughing and patting my mother on her back.She took a little bow and many people shook their heads at me and say with a smile,"Your Mum got you good.I bet you'II never try that again." And I didn't,because it left a lasting mental picture more effective than any physical mark.