I remember my mom making me go out to the backyard tree to find the appropriate switch to use to reprimand me. I remember her washing my mouth out with a bar of soap when I disrespected her with nasty words. I remember her having a paddle that sat on top of the fridge, with holes on it to hurt more (she never used that on us, was just there for intimidation).

I remember mom, and again I thank you for whooping my ass and helping me become the God loving respectful man that I am today. I will see you one day again dear mother.