We did not have a woodshed but I did have to go out and cut my own switch.
I don't remember if it was on the "Art Linkletter Show" or just where, but I heard about a dad who sent his son out to get a switch. About five minutes later the boy comes in, with tears in his eyes, and says, "Daddy, all the bwanches on the twees are too high for me to weach. But here's a wock you can fwow at me."