Getting Old: Fighting Edition
When I was a kid, I was quick to fight. I didn't have issues at home or anything that led me to it, I just didn't see any problem with punching someone in the face to solve a dispute. This led to me winning many fights. I thought it was because I was so tough. In hindsight I realize that human nature is to avoid physical confrontation, so the first person to throw the punch usually wins. Neither of my parents gave the "If someone hits you, hit them back" speech. It was more like, "Hit him before he hits you and hurts you" in our household. We weren't allowed to fight each other, though; and I happen to have the most annoying brother ever, so I guess I took my frustrations out on kids at the playground. I was also always a bit stronger than my peers. My baby fat had some muscle under it too. I had a reputation as the twin that wasn't afraid to fight. And I wasn't. I once punched a kid in the face on the basketball ...