How I was raised:
Yes Maam, Yes Sir. No Maam, No Sir.
If a neighbor called my mom I was whooped
If it was really bad she handed it off to my dad and we knew we were dead.
If anyone complained about any of us and it got back to my dad through his work we were really really dead.
Respect.
This was me and my friends on the playground in the late afternoons. I remember it as clearly as day.
Yes Maam, Yes Sir. No Maam, No Sir.
If a neighbor called my mom I was whooped
If it was really bad she handed it off to my dad and we knew we were dead.
If anyone complained about any of us and it got back to my dad through his work we were really really dead.
Respect.
This was me and my friends on the playground in the late afternoons. I remember it as clearly as day.
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