When I was about 6 or 7, I remember my granny keeping me while my mom worked. One day I said something (don't remember what, but), she said "young lady- you are going to get your legs blistered with a peachtree limb for sassing me!" She went to the tree, I ran around the house with her right behind me. We must have gone around the house at least twice when she got out of breath and stopped. She leaned against the house and roared with laughter while I dashed across the road and into the corn field...squatting so she couldn't see me. After a while I came out of 'hiding' and nothing was ever said about the incident. I will carry this memory with me forever--she is long gone now. I loved my granny so much!