I was five years old, wearing waist bloomers and tops with square necks–nothing but smart mouth and honest.
Lloyd was 15 or 16 years old and already fiddling at dances. He got a new pair of pants to wear to a dance and asked me if I liked them. I honestly said, “No.??? He slapped both sides of my face–hard. Of course, he got in trouble, but it didn’t stop my face from smartin’.