I don’t remember my age but I think I must have been around 4. Since both my parents worked, they would hire a babysitter sometimes to mind us kids after school. This particular sitter didn’t treat me like my brothers and sisters. While everyone was outside running around and playing, I was confined to sitting in a chair. I was told not to look at anything -- but I couldn’t close my eyes. If I did, I would get a whack somewhere on my body with my belt which I had already surrendered to her. I also remember a strong smell whenever she came over. It could have been some perfume she wore or just clothing she brought. From then on, whenever I would smell that, it would bring up those memories. It took a while, but I did finally stop associating one with the other. It was several years before I finally identified that smell too: leather.
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