As a child I had a great uncle on my maternal grandmother’s side of the family. I was often told to sit on his lap. My uncle smoked cigars and far as I was concerned, he smelled bad, and I wanted nothing to do with him.
He would call all the kids over to his lap to sit for a spell. My instincts told me it was not safe, and I knew clearly that I did not want to sit on his lap.
My parents would pressure me to sit on his lap. He would promise a dollar if I would comply. I did not have a choice. I sat on his lap against my will every time.Read more on themighty.com