about beating children. When I was a child, I was a father. He was raised by the belt. Then I thought it was my own fault, and in general, small children can be ripped, like they will grow up and stop. There was an example of cousins and sisters, they were even more cracked, I was a cracked gentleman against their background. Later came the realization that I was beaten not for crimes, but for the bad mood of my father. I stopped talking to him and the fighting stopped. Time passed, I grew up, he grew old, he weakened. And then came the conflict. The old whistle recalled his youth and raised his arm and foot on me. In general, I had fun when I chased him around the apartment, and he ran away from me with open eyes and whispered that he would call the police. Then there were cries to my mother, she said she did not educate me so, depression, as well, on my father. After some time, he took off, undermined his forces and wanted to take revenge, and again climbed on the naked old face and not only. I am all for. Children's psyche is flexible, children don't remember evil for a long time and are unlikely to be offended on every back. But remember that it is possible that one day your child in response to the next backbone will turn and break your leg. And you both will know that he is already stronger than you and will grow and strengthen, and you have old age, weakness and no one to protect.