Here’s a question for you: What was your first real fight like?
There are some qualifiers though, to make sure we’re talking about the same thing:
- I’m not talking about a schoolyard scuffle because some kid stepped on your toes and the teacher breaks it up after he pulls your hair. Or when your sister broke one of your toys and you ran at her, screaming “I hate you!!!” Let’s leave this stuff out.
- There was a clear and present danger. Meaning, not fighting was either not an option or the beating you’d take refusing to fight would mean a trip to the hospital or the morgue.
- You were scared. Either before, during or after. But for the first time, you were scared big time because you knew the stakes were higher than ever before.
- You actually fought. You punched, kicked, pulled or pushed the other guy. It didn’t stay at the verbal stage.
I must have been 9 or 10 years old, I’m not sure anymore because it all happened so long ago. There was this kid living in my street and we didn’t get along. He was obnoxious, loud, dirty and in hindsight, missing a few nuts and bolts in his brain. In short, he was the kid your parents didn’t want you to play with.
Anyway, for some reason, we didn’t get along. I also must have done something to piss him off at one time (honestly can’t remember) because one day as I came home, walking down the street, he suddenly stepped in front of me I obviously hadn’t seen him hiding out (hello awareness!) so he was right there in my face, cursing and threatening me. In and of itself, that wasn’t a big deal. Though he was older than me, I was bigger and stronger. The problem was that he had figured that out too and had geared up for the occasion. He was: [Read more…]