I know today's world is different from what most of us grew up in, but I stumbled across this gem:

"The other day, someone at a store in our town read
that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old
farmhouse, and he asked me a rhetorical question,
''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I
were growing up?''
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I
was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to
church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my
parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card,
did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher
or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best
effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and
flower beds and pick bales out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some
firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would
have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if
today's children had this kind of drug problem, this
country of ours would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us."

My parents "drugged" me this way and I drug my children the same way. Just today my little 2 & 1/2 year old boy thanked me for something without me provoking him to say it. Anyone else have a similar "drugged" upbringing?