MegadeV
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Not since I was 4. My older brother and I lived next door to our best friends at that time (the same ages as us). For some reason my brother was mad at his friend and they somehow decided that their younger brothers should settle the matter with a fight. Of course, we both idolized our older brothers and would step in front of a bus if they asked us to. So, we went across the street to the school and went to opposite corners of the basketball half-court where our brothers coached us. My brother told me to "punch him right in the nose". So, one punch into the fight his nose was bloody and he rand back to his brother crying. One punch and our family honor was restored. I rule.
There was an almost fight in the 8th grade. One of the kids in the school that nobody liked and most people picked on was in my art class. He usually wore dirty clothes, but was wearing a bright white sweater that day and we were doing charcoal drawings. Near the end of the class, my friend and I were screwing around and I caused a piece of charcoal to go flying and it smudged his bright white sweater. I tried to apologize, but he jumped at me and grabbed me by the throat, trying to choke me. He stopped after about two seconds and walked away. I was so stunned that I didn't even try to defend myself. Had he continued for a few more seconds, I probably would have freaked and started wailing on him. I was not at all big or tough (especially since I was a year younger than everybody in my class), but judging by the laughingly weak grip he had on my neck, I don't think I would have had much trouble beating the crap out of him.
There was an almost fight in the 8th grade. One of the kids in the school that nobody liked and most people picked on was in my art class. He usually wore dirty clothes, but was wearing a bright white sweater that day and we were doing charcoal drawings. Near the end of the class, my friend and I were screwing around and I caused a piece of charcoal to go flying and it smudged his bright white sweater. I tried to apologize, but he jumped at me and grabbed me by the throat, trying to choke me. He stopped after about two seconds and walked away. I was so stunned that I didn't even try to defend myself. Had he continued for a few more seconds, I probably would have freaked and started wailing on him. I was not at all big or tough (especially since I was a year younger than everybody in my class), but judging by the laughingly weak grip he had on my neck, I don't think I would have had much trouble beating the crap out of him.