This is going to be short but sweet.
My family and I were traveling through some part of Colorado. I believe that is when I only had 4 siblings. We were all younger than 12. Apparently we were at the point in the trip where we didn't want anyone looking at us or touching us. All four of us were grouchy which isn't great traveling condistions for parents.
My dad pulled over to the side of the road and grabbed a big stick. It looked like quite the club. We didn't say anything when anyone looked at us or touched us for the rest of the trip because our imaginations kept us busy.
My father was a gentle man who never punished us with more than a single smack to the butt. Most of the time, we were in time out or the corner, so looking back, we shouldn't have been as scared of that stick as we were.
Do you have any funny memories of you family that you can look back on and rethink the whole situation?