One day, I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house. when we heard agitated yelling from her next-door neighbour’s home. It sounded like the neighbour lady was lecturing her son, Tony, who was one year ahead of us in school.
We decided that we wanted a closer look, so we crept forward and hid behind the bushes by Tony’s house. We peeked over the top of the bushes and caught a glimpse of Tony’s mom yelling at him. He had a look of dismay on his face and was pleading his case, but it was to no avail – Tony’s mom proceeded to yank down his shorts and underwear, and began walloping her son’s bare backside with a wooden hairbrush.