The Beating Stick

My mother once told me to always use a ice cream scooper when scooping ice cream. Because when I was a kid I always used regular spoons to scoop ice cream. When I was a kid the spoons were very thin and bent very easily and my brother secretly hid the ice cream scooper so I had to use a spoon. Every time I scooped ice cream I normally broke the spoon into 2 pieces trying to get the ice cream out of the pail. My mother was always furious. My punishment was to normally to go outside and shovel the snow out of our driveway. When my father got home I was normally beaten with a stick. eventually my parents bought a beating stick to beat on me with. one day I was eating ice cream and I tripped over the carpet and I spilled ice cream all over the wall. That night my brother got permission from my parents to throw rocks at me for fun. After that day I was grounded from eating ice cream for a month. I don't know how I did it but i survived without it. The day my suspension from ice cream was up I was walking home from school and my sister bought me some ice cream from the corner store. It was the best ice cream i had ever had. that night I broke another spoon. I was sent outside to be beaten again and I swore at my mother. Later that night my mother figured out that my brother hid the spoon she apologized for all the punishment I was given. Before I went to sleep i took back everything I had said.