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.
