We seemed to have moved to an apartment which consisted of all the rooms of our present house strung out one behind the other, starting with my father's bedroom. It was up a flight of stairs, the door at the bottom of which wouldn't lock. A bad little girl, about 6 years old, with dark brown braids, kept running up and doing something annoying, frightening, or destructive and I spanked her. The second time I took down her pants to spank, she quickly pulled off all her clothes (turning the other cheek, I suppose) and I became ashamed at my cruelty for I could not spank her all over. So I hugged her tightly to me.