ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴇQᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

Long ago when I was a young boy, I was taken in by an abusive father. He used to beat me every night and tell me my destiny was to become a fisher. This is something I didn't want. My dream was to be an amazing janitor. Until one day my father took me and tossed me in his basement, he proceeded to beat me with his belt and tossed me infront of a small fishing hole. I didn't know we were living on a big ass pond of water to be honest. He tossed me in the water and told me, "You little fuck, I want you to go down there and catch 200 fish for me without oxygen, and don't come back up until you caught them all". So I did so. After a few months of catching fish, I emerged to the surface. My father was standing there with dissatisfaction. Until I looked over his shoulder and realized the door was open. I made a run for it. I barged through his big arms and ran for the hills. As I was running I came across a building with a Nun in it. I went inside and she sat my at her shitty ass rotting table. I told her my story, until... BANG! the door smashed open... It was my father, staring at me with rage and anger. He walked over to me and grabbed me by the arms with his manly strenght. He said "SON!, you little shit fuck face... What the hell are you doing! You're supposed to be fishing!". I began to sob and beg for my freedom, but he didn't accept. He tossed me in his truck and took me to the bay. Here he put me on his boat and sailed off to the ocean. When we arrived he tossed a small raft in the water and then me into the raft. He stared at me with anger, a stare that has scared me for life. He said "You have been quite a dissapointment son, to me and your family. I want you to go out into the ocean and catch me 1000 fish with your bear hands! and don't you ever come back until you do so". Then he turned his back and sailed his boat away". I don't really know where I am going with this story, Leason is to never beat your kids and force them to fish.