There was no favorite. My parents were not fools. They would take away something I liked. Like the weekly dance on Friday night. That would kill me when I was twelve.
But if they ever sent me to my room, I would like that. They never did. I was always usually IN there already.
A good hard spanking wouldn't come a'miss...they had to catch me first and boy could I run ...:) I always let them catch me as I didn't want to miss out on all the fun....:) D