Writer's Block: Oh no, not I
Jul. 26th, 2010 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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In 2nd and/or 3rd Grade, there was a boy that liked to bully me - Jeff Rasmussen (?sp). One day, he decided to fight me. I don't recall if there was any particular reason other than to prove to others that he could take me down (I was one of the biggest kids in our grade). Jeff and his posse followed me around the playground of the townhouse complex where we lived. I remember him taking a few punches or attempts to tackle me. The whole time I kept telling him to leave me alone.
Finally, I had enough. I hit him a couple of times and then went for my strength (ok, so I wasn't much of a pacifist when it came to retaliating against my little brother's wrestling). I grabbed him and slammed his body to the ground with me landing on top of him OR I threw him down and then dropped on him with my knee. Whichever of those two actions I did released every molecule of air out of his lungs. Jeff and his posse was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Although I recall his friends demanding I continue to fight, I don't remember Jeff being able to recover until several minutes later when I was already home. I vaguely think one of the boys came to the door telling me I needed to come out to "finish the fight." As far as I was concerned, the fight was done.
I don't think that event kept Jeff from teasing me, but I don't think he challenged me to any fights after that.
In 2nd and/or 3rd Grade, there was a boy that liked to bully me - Jeff Rasmussen (?sp). One day, he decided to fight me. I don't recall if there was any particular reason other than to prove to others that he could take me down (I was one of the biggest kids in our grade). Jeff and his posse followed me around the playground of the townhouse complex where we lived. I remember him taking a few punches or attempts to tackle me. The whole time I kept telling him to leave me alone.
Finally, I had enough. I hit him a couple of times and then went for my strength (ok, so I wasn't much of a pacifist when it came to retaliating against my little brother's wrestling). I grabbed him and slammed his body to the ground with me landing on top of him OR I threw him down and then dropped on him with my knee. Whichever of those two actions I did released every molecule of air out of his lungs. Jeff and his posse was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Although I recall his friends demanding I continue to fight, I don't remember Jeff being able to recover until several minutes later when I was already home. I vaguely think one of the boys came to the door telling me I needed to come out to "finish the fight." As far as I was concerned, the fight was done.
I don't think that event kept Jeff from teasing me, but I don't think he challenged me to any fights after that.
The first time . . .
Date: 2010-07-26 05:08 pm (UTC)One day on a weekend, though, he decided to come up to my house to pummel me rather than wait until school on Monday. Since none of the adults were going to do anything, I decided to take matters in my own hands. After arriving to my yard, screaming at me and yelling cuss words I'd never heard before, he started to run at me. I however dodged him and he fell on the ground. He got up and decided to go home (to this day I don't know why), and as he walked away, I picked up 1/2 of a broken brick and threw it at him. Bang! Right on top of his head, and he went down faster than a hooker on Saturday night. He lived with no serious injury, but he never bothered me again. Oh, his parents got pissed, but my parents really reamed them out for raising such a hellion.