I remember it well

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THE PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US

 The other day I was in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and someone asked me a rhetorical question:

 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'

 I replied that I had a drug problem when I was young:

 I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

 I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

 I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

 I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

 I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in the garden and flower beds.

 I was drug to the homes of neighbors to help mow the yard, repair the clothesline, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, my dad would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, or think.

 They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's
children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better
place.