Oh aye. . . my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'
I think at some point during everyone's life, you finally figure yourself out. I haven't even done that yet. I'm still learning who I am.