I remember the walk from my grandparent's porch, out across the backyard, to the tree where I had to pick the switch that was going to get me. I could make that a pretty long walk, but it was only putting off the inevitable. LOL

I can also remember dad's belt across my butt. He could get that sucker unbuckled and off in 1 smooth motion, like some kind of gunfighter. LOL I'm sure it would be considered child abuse these days to smack a belt across your kid's butt a couple of times, but I'm pretty glad that he kept me in line. Once or twice with Dad's belt, and trust me....you thought twice about doing some boneheaded stunt again. While it was never anything hard enough to bruise or even make you red, you would have thought it was a bull-whip. LOL