“I had all the usual punishments.
No video games for a week, no TV for X nights, no pocket money this week, groundings – you name it, I probably had it at one point or another. One particular punishment tops the rest though, for creativity and cruelty.
One day I was at a friend’s place with my parents and discovered that if we opened his bedroom window ALL the way, we could squeeze out of it and climb onto his roof. His bedroom was on the second floor of their house and they lived on top of a hill, so if we had fallen, we would have fallen probably 7-8 meters, then tumbled another 20-30 meters to the bottom of the hill.
Anyway, both sets of parents walk outside at one point and hear us talking, from the roof. They flip their lids and call us back inside. We scramble back into his bedroom and are sitting there terrified when our parents storm in.
We get called down into the kitchen and are told to sit down at the kitchen table and await our punishment. My friend’s dad opens up the pantry and starts pulling things out – things to make a sandwich.
Then it hits us like a ton of bricks. Our punishment is to eat a sandwich made of the most ill-complimenting, grotesque food combinations that he had at his disposal.
The final product ended up being an unholy blend of Vegemite, oysters, anchovies, cheese, creamed corn, raw beef mince and hot english mustard.
I actually don’t really recall what it tasted like, other than being awful. Looking back on it as an adult, I reckon it was just as much for their entertainment than our punishment, but damn if it wasn’t creative.” – Krimsonmyst