HumblePie
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- Oct 30, 2000
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Damn near every single day.....
Actually the oldest memory I have is this.
I was in preschool for my first time and my first day. I was living in Holland and spoke only English. I remember being scared when my parents dropped me off. The teacher spoke a heavily accented English and I thought it was wierd. I think I remember crying but I can't be sure since it was like when I was 3. I don't remember more details until it was I think recess and the teachers let us outside to play. There was a sand box off the porch of the little school. I still remember the place like the back of my hand for some reason.
Well anyways, there were 3 other kids in the sand box that I could see. A girl and two boys which were platnium blonde headed twins. I had been mostly quite through out the day because none of the other kids spoke English at all but I didn't really know that back then. I went over to the sandbox and started messing with the sand. One of the twins said something to me in Dutch, I said something back in English. At this point the kid picks up the shovel and slams it into my face and I black out. I woke up in the hospital hours later. Ohh.. it wasn't like one of those tiny plastic kid shovels. It was more of a miniture wood and metal shovel used in gardens and such but not quite as small as a hand shovel.
From that day on in Holland, it was a fight every day until second grade when I moved back to the states. Which didn't end the fighting because I was still different. I was mostly deaf growing up until 11 so I spoke really bad and accented English and was still taking speech therapy class. I was also one of the smallest kids but I learned early on to hold my own. Didn't stop kids from fighting with me. If one attacked me and I beat him down, he'd bring a friend. If I beat them both down, they'd just bring more if they could. From 2nd to 6th grade I didn't have a single friend. I know it's sad but there wasn't another kid I played with or hung out with or did anything with. Made my parents really worried and I even went to a few a child psychologist over the year. I basically at that point in my life hated ALL other children and didn't want to be near other kids because if I was near them they all wanted to fight me (well I know now not all but I was a kid back then and that's the way it seemed to me with every kid making fun of me because I couldn't hear or speak correctly and was different).
Went on like this from 2nd grade in the states until 6th grade when I moved to Hawaii. Now, I was the smallest white boy in the school and there wasn't a whole lot of small kids and even less white boys. Think racial hate the otherway around. The difference was by now, if they didn't bring weapons or a posse with them I was going to beat the crap out of most people that messed with me
Practice does help at least when people are trying to fight you every day. I've had enough broken bones and trips to the hospital to last most people ten lifetimes. At least by the time I was in highschool I was hearing every as well if not better then anyone else, finally cured of my problems, and speaking "better" if not the best.
It wasn't until I finally moved away from Hawaii in my sophomore year back to the states that I wasn't literally in a fight nearly every day. I still had a few fights but maybe 1 or 2 every few months. Nothing major. Only problem was when Judson High instituted that stupid zero tolerance policy rule. If you got into a fight, even if you were attacked and defending yourself you still got punished. Never once had I actually been in trouble for fighting because most of the time the adults never found out and because never once did I start a fight in school. Well at least the few fights that got caught at Judson I only got a 3 day suspension and the other kid either got sent to the "alternative" campus for the bad kids with a week or more suspension or expelled completely.
I doubt anyone here has been in as many fights as I have. Yes, I was bullied everywhere I went but intead of taking it I always fought back. Didn't do so good when I was younger but as I said, practice every day for years, take a few years of karate and a few other martial arts classes and I could hold my own against just about anyone I've ran into.
Actually the oldest memory I have is this.
I was in preschool for my first time and my first day. I was living in Holland and spoke only English. I remember being scared when my parents dropped me off. The teacher spoke a heavily accented English and I thought it was wierd. I think I remember crying but I can't be sure since it was like when I was 3. I don't remember more details until it was I think recess and the teachers let us outside to play. There was a sand box off the porch of the little school. I still remember the place like the back of my hand for some reason.
Well anyways, there were 3 other kids in the sand box that I could see. A girl and two boys which were platnium blonde headed twins. I had been mostly quite through out the day because none of the other kids spoke English at all but I didn't really know that back then. I went over to the sandbox and started messing with the sand. One of the twins said something to me in Dutch, I said something back in English. At this point the kid picks up the shovel and slams it into my face and I black out. I woke up in the hospital hours later. Ohh.. it wasn't like one of those tiny plastic kid shovels. It was more of a miniture wood and metal shovel used in gardens and such but not quite as small as a hand shovel.
From that day on in Holland, it was a fight every day until second grade when I moved back to the states. Which didn't end the fighting because I was still different. I was mostly deaf growing up until 11 so I spoke really bad and accented English and was still taking speech therapy class. I was also one of the smallest kids but I learned early on to hold my own. Didn't stop kids from fighting with me. If one attacked me and I beat him down, he'd bring a friend. If I beat them both down, they'd just bring more if they could. From 2nd to 6th grade I didn't have a single friend. I know it's sad but there wasn't another kid I played with or hung out with or did anything with. Made my parents really worried and I even went to a few a child psychologist over the year. I basically at that point in my life hated ALL other children and didn't want to be near other kids because if I was near them they all wanted to fight me (well I know now not all but I was a kid back then and that's the way it seemed to me with every kid making fun of me because I couldn't hear or speak correctly and was different).
Went on like this from 2nd grade in the states until 6th grade when I moved to Hawaii. Now, I was the smallest white boy in the school and there wasn't a whole lot of small kids and even less white boys. Think racial hate the otherway around. The difference was by now, if they didn't bring weapons or a posse with them I was going to beat the crap out of most people that messed with me
Practice does help at least when people are trying to fight you every day. I've had enough broken bones and trips to the hospital to last most people ten lifetimes. At least by the time I was in highschool I was hearing every as well if not better then anyone else, finally cured of my problems, and speaking "better" if not the best.It wasn't until I finally moved away from Hawaii in my sophomore year back to the states that I wasn't literally in a fight nearly every day. I still had a few fights but maybe 1 or 2 every few months. Nothing major. Only problem was when Judson High instituted that stupid zero tolerance policy rule. If you got into a fight, even if you were attacked and defending yourself you still got punished. Never once had I actually been in trouble for fighting because most of the time the adults never found out and because never once did I start a fight in school. Well at least the few fights that got caught at Judson I only got a 3 day suspension and the other kid either got sent to the "alternative" campus for the bad kids with a week or more suspension or expelled completely.
I doubt anyone here has been in as many fights as I have. Yes, I was bullied everywhere I went but intead of taking it I always fought back. Didn't do so good when I was younger but as I said, practice every day for years, take a few years of karate and a few other martial arts classes and I could hold my own against just about anyone I've ran into.
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