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I watched a 7 year old boy get the ** whipped out of him by his
He was wearing Winnie The Pooh pajamas and he walked outside in the grass and got them stained and wet.
Seeing this his Grandmother whom he lived with beat the ** out of him with a stick. The kid was screaming "DON'T WHUP ME" as loud as he could. When the ol bag finished whipping him he was crying his eyes out.
I was living across the street with my Grandmother and I was 12 years old. I didn't like the kid and I enjoyed watching the whipping and tried not to laugh in front of my Grandmother and mother. Both my mother and Grandmother said they should call the police on his Grandma but they didn't.
Like I said I didn't like the kid and one day when he came over I was near some young black girls picking blackberries. He came over and I pulled his pants off in front of them to their giggles and ** pointing. The kid couldn't win for losing.
His mother didn't seem to love him and his father was whereabouts unknown. I should have felt sorry for him but being a punk kid myself I didn't.
Time has passed and I often wonder how he turned out. I hope he rose above his horrible upbringing and made something of himself.
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