Originally Posted by ABQCOWBOY
This is the life of the inner city. It's unfortunate but it's reality IMO.
I grew up in a country setting, just outside of a small city, in the late 50's, ... and it was going on then.
There were about 9-10 boys, of all ages, that lived on our street. My older brother was 5 yrs older than me, and one of the ring leaders.
I was probably 5 - 7 yrs old when this was going on.
They always had me fight this one kid, .. for all kinds of crazy reasons.
He was older, and bigger than me, .. but softer than me. I was scrappy and tough from having an older brother that taught me the ropes.
One time he had come into our house when we weren't there, and hung one of our kittens with a pipe-cleaner from the underneath springs on my bunkbed.
So I never minded fighting him ever after that.
But I always remember waiting for my brother to tell me when. The other boys would be screaming and yelling for us to fight, .. but I would just wait.
Then my brother would give me the nod, and I would tear into him.