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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I'm not proud
I'm not proud of this and it's not bullying, but it was mean.
I would have been all of about 4 or 5, tops, and we were living at RAF Odiham at the time. I had a (sortof) girlfriend (a pretty redhead -when you're that age it's always sortof) and we were playing on a roundabout - this was about 25 years ago so you youngsters out there won't have a clue what I'm talking about. What you did was hang out as far as you can without falling off - falling off always meant skinned knees, faces, arms, etc as this was the time of concrete playgrounds - what I did was hang out and put my arm out (for arm, read fist) and connect with her head - I cannot state enough that this was an accident - and knocked her out. I did what every 5 year old would do and ran - ran like the wind - home and hid. I thought I'd killed her!
Anyway, I heard nothing about it and saw her a few weeks later and she totally blanked me..... If you're reading this out there, it's you and you now have this fear of roundabouts I'm so very sorry!
(Too many (brackets))
Length, width, girth, you know you like it :-)
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 22:21, Reply)
I'm not proud of this and it's not bullying, but it was mean.
I would have been all of about 4 or 5, tops, and we were living at RAF Odiham at the time. I had a (sortof) girlfriend (a pretty redhead -when you're that age it's always sortof) and we were playing on a roundabout - this was about 25 years ago so you youngsters out there won't have a clue what I'm talking about. What you did was hang out as far as you can without falling off - falling off always meant skinned knees, faces, arms, etc as this was the time of concrete playgrounds - what I did was hang out and put my arm out (for arm, read fist) and connect with her head - I cannot state enough that this was an accident - and knocked her out. I did what every 5 year old would do and ran - ran like the wind - home and hid. I thought I'd killed her!
Anyway, I heard nothing about it and saw her a few weeks later and she totally blanked me..... If you're reading this out there, it's you and you now have this fear of roundabouts I'm so very sorry!
(Too many (brackets))
Length, width, girth, you know you like it :-)
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 22:21, Reply)
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