Grandma and Grandpa were free with the money and the snacks and rides were there for the asking. The fireworks were beautiful – at least to a little nine-year-old. I did, being a little brat, tell Grandma and Grandpa that Jenny and Tammy had been spanked, but Grandma just told me to hush – we were here to have fun and not to tattle.
It never occurred to me until many years later what a wonderful favor Mom had bestowed when she didn’t allow me to go with Tammy and Jenny that afternoon, for if I’d been tagging along there would have been three red, feminine bare bottoms in our home that afternoon, and since Mom would be using her hairbrush on two of those little bare bottoms, I’d have likely gone over Daddy’s knee for mine!