A
common theme of conversation among us who do this thing we do is, "when
did it start for you? when did you know?" I, for one, have no doubt I
was born with the spanko gene. How can I be so sure? Here's a little
story that illustrates my point.
As
a child, I had very few rules. I was the only child of a single mother,
a well-behaved and quiet little girl. But even then, I craved
discipline.
She didn't have a name, she was just Nanny. She was not cruel, and I always felt she cared about me, even if I was
Nanny had very clear rules for me to follow, and certain consequences if I broke them.
So
many times, I remember my mom asking me to do something that Nanny
forbade. "Come on, Libby!" Mom would say. "Stay up and watch the late
show with me!"
Knowing Nanny would spank me soundly if I broke her bedtime rule, I would decline, and head upstairs.
So, while my schoolmates had imaginary pals who caused all sorts of mischief, I had a Very Strict Imaginary Nanny who spanked me.
