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I was in tons of fights growing up (Elementary - Middle School)

In Kindergarten I was always picked on. I formed a kind of gang of other kids who were also bullied. It was called Baby Land. We'd see someone stealing someones lunch or bugging a kid. We'd surround him and take the shit out of him. The gang lasted until grade 3. I was the leader initially but lost that position in a fight, the leader had to take the shit out of the last leader, so I got pummeled.

I stopped fighting for a few years and was bullied until grade 6. I was almost 6 foot very tall for grade 6. A small kid came up to me and insulted me, he pushed me. I picked the kid up and through him through a book shelf breaking the book shelf and then I did a number on him before the teacher intervened. Long story short I got suspended.

At my school we loved to fight. We had a game at lunch their was a set of about 5 tires, going from smallest to largest. The five toughest guys in the school would go onto the tubes in order. Then one by one kids would challenge you. So you'd fight the kid on tube one, if you knocked him off the tube you'd take his place , take out the next guy and move from tube to tube. I was usually around Tube 3, anyways a kid came up and tried to get me off my tube, I punched him in the head and he fell off the tube but he hit the wooden barrier (Holding in the gravel) he split his head open and an ambulance had to be called. My friends and I covered each other and shared the blame, the Principle understood it was a game and all five of us got 2-weeks in school suspension.

The next major fight I got into was in grade 8. I told a good friend of mine that I was going to ask out a girl at lunch. At recess the kid comes up to me and tells me to stay away from his girl, he said he asked her out right after I told him I was going too. Long story short I picked up a desk and smashed it over him. I had several more fights with this guy he liked to pick fights. In the end I got warned if I beat him up one more time I'd be expelled. So I stopped fighting with him.

The last fight I was in was an ambush. I was in highschool and my foster brother was buying drugs from a group of guys. I told him that he shouldn't be buying weed and that our foster mom would be super pissed. Without warning one of the guys started wailing on me, he had a fist full of rings, my foster brother and a friend intervened dragging me away, I was going to try and take him on but their was like 5-7 of them and I would have been beat down so bad.

In the end I was very violent in school , well not so much in highschool but in elementary and middle school I was. I haven't been in a fight in years though. I'm an adult now and as such deal with things with more restraint!



-JC7

"In God We Trust - In Games We Play " - Joel Reimer