The year was 1972. I was just about to start the 4th grade at my new school, a Catholic school. I was new to the neighborhood and didn’t know anybody yet, but I was anxious to make new friends. However, I was a little hesitant about going to this school. It would be my first time attending a Catholic school and it was made clear when I enrolled that corporal punishment was allowed. This concerned me, as I had never been spanked before. I tried not to think too much about it as the first day of school approached. On that first day, I dressed in my new

It started when I was nine years old. My mom’s job changed and she wasn’t going to be home until 6.00 pm on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. So, after school on those days I went to Mr and Mrs Miller’s house until my mom got home. The Millers lived five houses down from us. They were in their mid-40s and had two older sons who were both away at college at that time. Mrs Miller didn’t work and Mr Miller would get home from work around 5.00 pm. Mrs. Miller was a bit cold and distant and I was a little bit afraid of her. Mr Miller was