I believe I believe that parents should encourage love and acceptance of their children rather than using physical and emotional abuse to mold them. Growing up discipline was just a part of my daily life. Irascible, my father had no patience. He grew up doing exactly what his parents taught him. A family cycle remained imprinted on his generation and mine. My father's way of communicating was by shouting; disciplining us with his hand or an object such as his belt. Loud words spoken profusely under such anger occurred more frequently than one might imagine. Growing up with an emotionally and physically abusive parent was torture. My father was a walking time bomb. Sometimes you were able to tell when it would explode, but most of the time you had no idea; what would set off his bomb, it could be a small minor thing that he would take out of context. When I disobeyed my father or even talked back, there were serious consequences. For example, I was about fifteen years old. My father was sitting on the sofa, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner...