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I'm Sorry, Sis
This story confronted me with discipline, a concept that I am mostly unfamiliar with. You see, I was never disciplined as a child, or not that I can remember. I always tried to be nice; to stay out of arguments and to never, ever get into fights. I did, once, and it wasn't even a bad one. I hardly hurt the kid. Hehe... heck, the kid was laughing for the entirety of it. But I'll never forget how I felt then, and afterwards. My parent's didn't discipline me... maybe they put me in my room, but I forgot about that. What really stuck with me was the guilt of the action. My mantra as a kid was: be nice, you're the nice kid. That defines you. And it did. I was passive, I walked around by looking at my feet, and I did my best to stay away from arguments. When I finally did get into an argument, in high school, I felt that my mantra had been broken. I thought that I was no longer the nice kid. I felt as if my identity had been ripped from me and I became the only other thing I knew: a quiet, smart kid. Straight A's, except for P.E. I never put myself out there - instead letting people find me. Sure, I bantered with everyone around my desk at school, and I participated in group activities. However, I never did whatever I could possibly want. Eventually that came to define me, and I felt broken. I passed through the second half of junior year (y'know, the time when you're supposed to be finding yourself) just existing. I had little drive besides my club and pretty much no mantra other than pass with A's. Whoopee~. Well, I did that. Thank goodness. And I also got an unexpected gift from my club: I became their President. Apparently I still am the nice kid I was back during my elementary and middle school days. My team trusts me, even though I don't really, myself. I've never been an outgoing person when at school, but I do know how to be kind to others and pay attention to their feelings. I guess that's a skill you gain when you're so introspective. The problem is, that's only one side of the coin. As the President, I need to know how to be outgoing as well and have a go-getter attitude. I'm learning how to. By God, I'm learning how to, but it's hard. Well that's enough introspection. Read the fic, whoever is reading this. It deals with becoming a parent and also how to make someone else feel something, and remember it. That's useful to learn no matter your age. Oh, and while I don't agree with using spanking as a discipline tool (I was never spanked, but as Dash finds, it's different for different people), I do think that what Rainbow Dash has to go through can teach many valuable lessons, if you're willing to look for them.