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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So many of these stories are about looking after your siblings
Which is sweet.
However. When my sis (age 5) joined my primary school, I (age 7) was all prepared to look out for her and make sure she wasn't picked on etc.
First day, she ran up to me in the playground, and bit me so hard on the arm it drew blood through my jumper.
I guess at age five, you have a rep to protect.
I have asked her about this some two decades later, and she does remember doing it, but has no idea why. She also remembers I took this with good grace at the time, but socked her one as soon as we got home. The logic was there (don't get in trouble with the teacher by fighting at school). The method on the other hand, was a bit useless. Mum was watching, and gave us both a good hiding for our troubles.
Aside from that, life was pretty peaceful..
( , Sat 11 Mar 2006, 11:58, Reply)
Which is sweet.
However. When my sis (age 5) joined my primary school, I (age 7) was all prepared to look out for her and make sure she wasn't picked on etc.
First day, she ran up to me in the playground, and bit me so hard on the arm it drew blood through my jumper.
I guess at age five, you have a rep to protect.
I have asked her about this some two decades later, and she does remember doing it, but has no idea why. She also remembers I took this with good grace at the time, but socked her one as soon as we got home. The logic was there (don't get in trouble with the teacher by fighting at school). The method on the other hand, was a bit useless. Mum was watching, and gave us both a good hiding for our troubles.
Aside from that, life was pretty peaceful..
( , Sat 11 Mar 2006, 11:58, Reply)
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