I got the wooden spoon.
No, I was neglected😥 . No discipline, no love, nothing. I did whatever I wanted to do.
Bad stuff zack with electric extension cords. I would go to school with welts on my butt my legs and back. My mother was viscous with those cords then in jr high they a baseball bat planed down flat with holes in it that would lite ur butt up
I was a fairly easy child to handle, but when things came up, I was occasionally grounded or I'd have something taken away. Never physically disciplined though.
When I was young, it was "Time out" or go to bed early.
When I went with my mother in the divorce, she thought she would try "The Rod" approach . . . It didn't work out for her.
For my children it was "Time out" . . .
Mom was the enforcer. It was a belt at home and a ruler across the knuckles in school.
I got grounded. My mom knows I am a social person, so grounding hurt me more than being hit.