Kill Bill volume childhood

This morning my host mom and sister had some kind of fight. I know because when my little sister whines it’s nails on a chalkboard times twenty and when she screams I wish I was back in America because that’s how far I’d have to travel in order not to hear her. My family doesn’t fight a lot, I’d say they get along pretty well considering they have a nine year old girl and a fourteen year old son. If I remember those years in my childhood correctly I would say they were not the most peaceful between my sister and I or between my sister and my parents (I always got along great with the rents, though, right?) Anyway, I’d say there is a normal amount of family discontent, but there’s this thing in Moroccan culture I call acceptable violence and I don’t really understand it. So at lunch today, my host mom was showing me where Miriam had bit her this morning- and it was this huge black and purple bruise!! I was appalled. But my host mom was laughing about it and assured me that she had punished Miriam by hitting her for it. And it’s common, that when my siblings do fight, there is almost always hitting and kicking involved, and my host parents just kind of sit there and let it happen, sometimes they tell them to stop, or try to hold one of them back. In general, though, it’s like this violence between kids is just expected and therefore acceptable. I see it on the street a lot, too. Kids are mean to each other, and physically so. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen school kids beating up on each other or shoving each other around. Sometimes there is even playful laughing during the whole affair or if not during then after. A lot of times during what I think are fights my host sister will kind of squeal and then giggle and I can’t tell if it’s like a game of “Mercy” or if she is going to be a victim of death by sibling if someone doesn’t intervene. So is it just Moroccan kids being kids? I guess, but it’s definitely not something I’m used to and not really something I want to get used to. Physical violence makes me very uncomfortable and I certainly don’t think it’s a good way to teach any kind of lesson. In fact, I think that the lesson that should be taught is that violence is unacceptable, that beating up your friends or siblings is not a good way to have fun, and that the idea of hitting or kicking someone should make you feel like hailing Muhammad Mary’s for a year until your soul is cleansed of those horrible thoughts. If I ever have a kid they are going to be so screwed up- and probably beaten up now that I think about it. So that’s where I’m at- terrified of child violence; and raising any future children in an overprotective bubble and filing their teeth down so they can’t bite me.