Growing up, nearly everyday after school my father would take me out to the back porch and proceed to beat me. He got so good at it, sometimes he would take a paddle in each hand and alternate one after another. I lost count of how many times he beat me. I was powerless to stop him, he was bigger, stronger and faster. Then one day the unthinkable happened. One day I beat him. Things were forever changed. Continue reading I beat my kids →