I remember that they all thought it was fun to gang up on me.  I shoved my fists deep into my pockets because my parents forbade us to fight.  I tried to walk away.  Those three older girls weren’t going to give up.  One of them shoved me so hard that I fell on my face.  Road rash on my cheek burned.

     That did it.  I got to my feet and proceeded to whale on all three of them, it didn’t matter to me that they were much taller and outweighed me.  I saw red.  When I finished, all out of breath and drained of anger, the girls had bloody noses and black eyes.  They were running away.

     My parents got a phone call that evening.  Those girls’ parents wanted me to apologize.  My father took to me the home of one of the girls.  All the way over I shook with anger at the indignity of having to apologize to them.  When my father saw how much bigger she was than I, he told the parents he figured the three older, bigger girls owed me one hell of an apology.  They could call on me the next day.  We walked home hand in hand.  

You all have a good one!