Mine was on a Sunday. We were at my grandparent's house for a family gaithering. As usual, me and my cousin was trying to entertain ourselves when we found a half gallon of moonshine hidden in the barn. We knew if our dads got to drinking, our mothers would get very pissed off and ruin everyone's day. So we did the right thing, we thought, and poured it out. Well, when the men folk decided it was time to have a drink, they went to the barn. We knew right then we were up the creek. Our dads started hollering for us but we didn't want to see them so we hung around the house until our mothers made us go see what they wanted. The wanted our arses. Dad, grand dad and three uncles took turns whipping our arses and then directed us toward the house while whipping us. I thought I was going to pass out because of the pain. No one had any kind of sympathy for us. Took me two weeks to get over that bad experience. I have hated leather belts since that day!