GREAT insight, Lindsay!
I was always confused about why I was getting spanked
, like the time I scratched my name in the car with my fingernail when I was 5; I thought it was HILARIOUS and that everyone else would agree. Not.so.much. Even more inscrutable was Dad standing over me after the spanking screaming at me to stop crying (that happened afterwards most times). I didn't get that, and still don't.
Nobody talked to me about what I'd done wrong, about respecting property or anything. All I learned was not to scratch my name in the car, which I would've figured out anyway when nobody laughed.