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I beat my kids | Sunshine Dad
Growing up, nearly everyday after school my father would take me out to the back porch and proceed to beat me. He got so good at it, sometimes he would take a paddle in each hand and alternate one after another. I lost count of how many times he beat me. I was powerless to stop him, he was bigger, stronger and faster. Then one day the unthinkable happened. One day I beat him. Things were forever changed. If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm talking about ping-pong. My dad played ping pong growing up and I was just learning. We played almost everyday and he would win every game, every time. He was a good teacher and sometimes we would just work on our skills together, but when it came down to keeping score for real, he wouldn't take it easy on me. I wanted to win so badly. He refused to let me. Finally after what must have been over 100 games I finally beat him. That was a great day. I earned that win. I deserved it. I was proud. I lost the next 30 or so games until I finally won