When All in the Family came out - I felt like it was Dad and Mom. So very similar.
I won't deny that he beat me for a good reason. It just could have been less bloodthirsty. Mom always said he was beat by his father, and so it instilled this evil in him, which he then took out on me. Mom, being the Edith Bunker, mostly stayed out of the way. One day I managed to push her missile launch button - and she flung an empty saucepan at me. I made my Dexterity save, and dodged a blow to the head! I couldn't believe it!
One morning before school, I just wanted a bowl of cold cereal. Dad made oatmeal with lots of raisins in it. No cinnamon - just a big box of raisins. I was not fancying it. I made some comment, which drew his wrath. Pulled me out of the chair and whipped my behind with his belt. Dammit... on a school day... and I rode my bike to school.
I decided I'd had enough discipline, and upon leaving for school, I went the opposite direction. Rage quit. To Hollywood. My pal rode with me as wingman, but only part way, and he went back home. He did manage to talk some sense into me about preparations, etc. I got to Hollywood... checked out the comic book stores... and then got hungry. I had my meager lunch money - which would not buy you anything out in the real world. And like my pal said "Where will you sleep?" the reality of it all hit me. I was a runaway kid on the streets of Hollywood. So, tail between my legs, I headed all the way back home... and it was almost dusk.
School had called home to report me as truant. I forgot that would happen. So, I got whipped for that, and sent to bed without dinner. Suckiest day ever.