Not to end up in jail or with child protection visiting anyone, but the sight of the switch from the #@$%×÷=$ willow tree out back of the house, sitting next to the front door was a great deterrent to anything that I might think of getting away with when I was younger. Once I figured things out, "stupid means wounded" I became a pretty respectable kid! Lol. I thought I was saved the day the neighbor called the deputy when I climbed that willow tree to get away from grandad. The deputy talked me down and assured me that everything would be okay. Then he smiled at grandad, got in his police car and drove away. I hated the popo for a while after that!