My teacher and principal were telling me that I wasn't listening or following the rules. I knew it wasn't a good sign when I was called into the principal's office. She called my father on the phone and he spoke in a stern voice with me and reminded me that I should listen to the teacher and follow the rules.
Although I can't remember exactly, I want to say that it was that night when my father beat me with the belt. My mother didn't know nor did my teachers or school principal. I was shocked to my core. The pillar of trust and safety for me was gone. He beat me.
But perhaps this worked. I no longer misbehaved. And he would eventually become my soccer coach, a guide for me as an 8 year old. But this didn't last long. He would eventually die a year later. I never got to speak to him about the day he beat me. I never got to ask why, as an adult. The memory was frozen in the mind of that 7 year old kid.