Like most brother’s so close in age, Adam and I used to get in physical altercations. Sometimes I’d be the one who’d start it — other times Adam would start them.
What we were fighting over at the time is now lost to me, however it became quickly evident that Mom had enough of our bickering. It’s probable I was the one who was picking on Adam and that’s why Mom decided on the kind of punishment she did.
She made me sit on a stool in the living room. Immediately she started taping me to the stool using a roll of heavy packing tape.
By the time she was done, I was strapped in a seated position and couldn’t stand up. My right arm and hand were also taped to my side and lap.
Then Mom told Adam and I to duke it out.
At that moment Adam and I started swinging at one another. He was landing blow after blow to my head because he wasn’t taped down like me.
After a number of strikes to my face — I was able to target one real good hard punch to Adam’s crotch. The blow dropped him to the floor.
In anger I forced my way into a standing position and wiggled my right arm free. I was now ready to take on Adam in a fair fight — if he should ever get up off the carpet.
Mom concluded that was enough and she stepped in before anything further happened. She left me to finish untaping myself as she picked Adam off the ground.
It was the last time she ever punished us in this manner. When we were older, Adam and I would talk about the incident, laughing much to Mom’s embarrassment.
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