Apparently, my mother could never properly punish me because I’d always find a way to have a good time in spite of what was taken away from me or the restrictions I was given.
For example, Halloween, 4th grade.
My mother and I were in the back room of my grandparents house, which we ironically now live in since they’re gone, getting me in my costume in preparation for Trick-or-Treating, a witch. They had one of the best neighborhoods though tragically not so anymore, not for years.
Anyway, I threw a fit, I believe about not wanting to wear the plastic mole-covered chin and crooked nose that were accessories with the costume while my mother really wanted me to and was forbidden from Trick-or-Treating.
We, however, remained at my grandparents house and I ended up enjoying myself handing out the candy.
The only portion of this that I actually vaguely remember was not wanting to wear the facial accessories but this is how my mother told it to me and that in spite of my overcoming it, she regrets that punishment.
According to her something like this happened every time she’d tried to punish me.