School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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first of many
The first fight I can remember was back in playgroup; I must have been about three. I was playing with a small, brightly coloured truck with differently-shaped slots in the top to take differently-shaped plastic blocks, a sort of 80's interpretation of the 'square peg round hole' scenario.
Enter Another Kid. I have no idea what the child looked like or what sex he/she was, but I have a vague impression of fatness. Of course, that may well have just been my reflection.
So, Another Kid decides it wants to play with the brightly-coloured device; a brief tug of war ensues; I sock the little shit one, I believe in the chest; Another Kid staggers off in tears to the nearest adult for some sympathy.
Then we all got given juice. To this day I remain unpunished.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 20:00, Reply)
The first fight I can remember was back in playgroup; I must have been about three. I was playing with a small, brightly coloured truck with differently-shaped slots in the top to take differently-shaped plastic blocks, a sort of 80's interpretation of the 'square peg round hole' scenario.
Enter Another Kid. I have no idea what the child looked like or what sex he/she was, but I have a vague impression of fatness. Of course, that may well have just been my reflection.
So, Another Kid decides it wants to play with the brightly-coloured device; a brief tug of war ensues; I sock the little shit one, I believe in the chest; Another Kid staggers off in tears to the nearest adult for some sympathy.
Then we all got given juice. To this day I remain unpunished.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 20:00, Reply)
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