@Von Jones Yes, girl that is what I am talking about! Nice stance and arm extensions that can be used even with 3 feet social distancing hahaha!
I have tried, for years, to find the first girl I ever made out with. Long story, but she used me. I was eleven, she was thirteen. The next day, when I went to see her, excited as hell, she looked at me like I was a bug, and said, "What are you doing here!?" She never spoke to me, again. Made me angrier than it did, hurt. I know her sister in law, but she liked me as a kid, I didn't know, and she now adamantly refuses to give me the contact info I want. I still want to tell that first woman off!
@Trevalius Guyus Not sure why you quoted me in your post, but I assure you that wasn't me. I never even attempted to make out until age 14 and only with a 15-year-old boy, and that attempt was cut short because of an auto accident. You should actually find that woman and thank her because you learned a valuable lesson at a young age and no pregnancy was involved.
I was in a fistfight with a neighbor kid in 1946. It was near my house, and my Dad happened to see it. After it was over, he gave me a dime for having the courage to stand up and deliver! Hal
I don't remember the first or maybe the firsst few I do remember three as a teenager. The first few I probably ran and was chased home. That went on for a while at one school. In middle school, I got my nose blooded a couple of times while walking home. My dad asked if I fought back andI think I said, "tried to."I tried to." My dad cto ld me if I didn't fight back and give that boy a whipping, he would give me a whipping I would long remember. I remember thinking something like I was between the rock and a hard place. The boy was bigger than I and he scared me. I knew would cbeat me up or humilitate mewhen ever he could. The next day when I came home, my dad had two new pair of boxing gloves. (During the Depression of the early thirties my dad had boxed and wrestled with a carnival to make a few bucks). He told me to put on the gloves and come outside. He gave me boxing lessons until dark. Then he told me to get in the house and get my homework. The next evening the same thing.. I remem ber being so tired I could hardly stand up. Dad said 'put your dukes up, puts your dukes up, hit me,' and with his hands at his side, he stuck out his chin. I was tired and angry and I pop him one on the chin and I guess I stung him a little bit because it made him angry. Hed hit square in the jaw, knocked me back against the side of our house and i slowly slid down the wall. He knocked me out. When I came to myself dad was standingthere looking at me. He told me to get inthe house and get cleaned up. Get your lessions if yoiu've got any. Don't you ever come running home again unless you put up a fight. He said, anybody can take a licking but no kid of mine is going to run and not put up a fight, you hear me, boy. I had a couple more I remember but I was a little older and they were more of a serious nature.
Yes, I remember every one of the fights I was in. As I wrote before, my dad had rules and not following those rules was dangerous. Never start a fight but if someone started one, I had to finish it. Period. No walking away, no diplomacy and losing was not an option.
I quoted you because you, like me, wrote that you'd like to have an encounter with someone from your past who riled you. No more, no less.....
In the 50s and early 60s, fist fights were as common as sending text messages today, at least among the boys. But I don't recall anyone during those years in our 'hood pulling a gun. Different today.
When we came home bloodied and bruised, mom would say that she wished she'd've had daughters. ______________________________________ Being large for one's age was not necessarily an asset when you were young because you were a target of older guys who may have been no larger than you -- quite a few were smaller -- but 1) more physically-developed and 2) more experienced. It gave them street cred if they whupped up on a bigger kid and no one could accuse them of bullying.