I reckon it will resonate with many out there, and I think it goes hand in hand with the Reflections community, because everyone has some stories to share from school. Some will be funny, some sad, and some might be difficult to tell - but reminiscing and reflecting might bring back good memories, or move us along the path of recovery from past trauma.

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I am not going to give all the background here, but if you read these posts often enough, you will perhaps glean some insight into my early days, and the difficulties I had. If you read my other articles too, you will then know why I am just a bitter, twisted, prick.

To kick this foray into my school days off, I will tell a story from when I was around my daughter's age of eight at primary school, and a story I told her just the other day. My daughter often asks about my childhood, and also sometimes when things happen in her school or she has various questions about her experiences, I use my own as a base to work from.

There was this one kid at school, let's call him "Ben" (absolutely his real name) who was a freckly, timid kid most of the time, that was quite clever in many ways´, but also a bit of a scammer. He was the type of kid who would later get arrested for some white-collar crime, like embezzlement.

And because I was not the liked kid in the school and often got teased myself and never fought back, he decided that I was a good target for a karate fight. So, he kept on goading me, trying to set up this fight, and I kept saying no. I told him I didn't want to fight him, because I didn't want him to get hurt. He was a bit bigger than me, because I am no giant. So, with the bravado of an eight year old who thinks they are Chuck Norris, he kept on pushing.

Eventually, while we were on the school oval, with him begging for me to fight him, I said fine. The look of momentary relief on his face, was soon replaced by a gleam of cruelty in his eyes, and his expression turned to stone. The moment he had been waiting for had arrived and he could taste his impeding victory, as a small group of people gathered around for the slaughter of the kid they didn't like.

And to be honest, his "Blue Steel" gaze had me questioning whether me saying yes was a mistake. Well, I already knew it was a mistake before that, which is why I wasn't going to do it. But while I wasn't ready, Ben was. Before I knew what was happening, he snapped into a karate fighting stance with his fists up and said;

And a split second later, poor Ben was on the ground gasping and choking, after I unleashed a front kick that hit him square in the throat and crushed his windpipe for a bit. The gleam of cruelty had disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a wide-eyed look of fear. I bent down to help him and see if there was anything I could do, because while he was scared, so was I.

Now, unfortunately for me, the school principal happened to be on yard duty that day and walked around the corner just in time to see me kick Ben in the throat. That was all he saw. So, after checking on Ben who had now recovered enough to just be very red in the face from gasping (and probable embarrassment), I was marched off to the principal's office to get what might have been a spanking at the time, but got away with a warning instead - because I explained myself well enough.

But it was funny to think about, because I can still remember Ben's looks on his face before, during and after the fight, and even what he was wearing at the time. And I also remember that despite my karate fight win in record time, it didn't stop people teasing me for the next few years until I went to high school. It was the first fight I was in, but there were a couple more after that, but they were with real bullies - one who ended up in prison less than a decade later for murder.

This community will be fun.

Taraz
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