Over the Nanny’s Knee

I thought I was the man of the house…I was wrong

Photo by Théo rql on Unsplash

Nancy Hall was only five years older than me when she started her job as our new nanny. Well, she wasn’t my nanny, per se. I was already grown and starting college. But I had three much younger siblings and my parents were gone on business so often that they needed someone to look after them for extended periods of time.