Are You a Victim of Your Past?

[Pilgrim]

During my middle school years I was mugged almost every week for my lunch money by thugs from the local high school. I would change my route to school each week hoping to avoid a beating. When I told my dad about the muggings his response was "I taught you how to fight so fight." So I started carrying nunchuks in my backpack. Used it once to cave in a punk's nose but his friends beat me down and took it. The only thing that saved me from getting MY nosed caved in by those same nunchuks was a patrol car that passed by at the right moment. Then I started carrying a butterfly knife and THAT ended the bullshit. Never used it against anyone but I whipped it out a couple of times and that was enough for the thugs... I guess no one wants to get cut.

Nowadays, I'd have been labeled as an "aggressor" or "psychopath" instead of some poor schmuck trying to defend himself.

 

[kyletxria1911a1]

During my middle school years I was mugged almost every week for my lunch money by thugs from the local high school. I would change my route to school each week hoping to avoid a beating. When I told my dad about the muggings his response was "I taught you how to fight so fight." So I started carrying nunchuks in my backpack. Used it once to cave in a punk's nose but his friends beat me down and took it. The only thing that saved me from getting MY nosed caved in by those same nunchuks was a patrol car that passed by at the right moment. Then I started carrying a butterfly knife and THAT ended the bullshit. Never used it against anyone but I whipped it out a couple of times and that was enough for the thugs... I guess no one wants to get cut.

Nowadays, I'd have been labeled as an "aggressor" or "psychopath" instead of some poor schmuck trying to defend himself.

that happened to me also
when i graduated i was 5"5 145lbs but i had 3-4 ways home from school so in the mornings i would plant a pile of rocks about every block or so, so when they would chase me i would run to a pile chunk 6-8-10 rocks run again repeat till i got home after about 4-5 hits and about 4-5 weeks they stopped

 

[jamesmrj]

that happened to me also
when i graduated i was 5"5 145lbs but i had 3-4 ways home from school so in the mornings i would plant a pile of rocks about every block or so, so when they would chase me i would run to a pile chunk 6-8-10 rocks run again repeat till i got home after about 4-5 hits and about 4-5 weeks they stopped

That's some proper prior planning.

 

[kyletxria1911a1]

yep to small to fight off 3-4 guys

 

[TxBigfoot]

My mom raised me and my brother. Every fight at school ended like this at home.
Mom- did you start it
Me- nope
Mom- did you kick his ass
Me- yep
And that was it.

 

[Ol Zeke]

I love this thread ...... I didn't know there wus any of us left.

 

[mroper]

I was either the smallest kid or second smallest kid in the class. No one ever seemed to pick on me I could run the fastest and the farthest and I could climb anything, I was fearless. I guess it showed or something. We would drink water from a creek behind the school of we got thirsty. I rode my bike or walked everywhere . we would go to the movies or the mall about 2 miles away. we would be out of the house from after breakfast until dinner time.

 

[TxBigfoot]

Ah yes, I remember drinking from a creek, it was clear, so we figured it was safe.

 

[M. Sage]

Even back then us "small frys" understood the power of "force multipliers"

Didn't usually need it. The thing I learned is that big guys usually can't fight. They're used to relying on their size to intimidate their way out of situations. Smaller guys never had that luxury.

I was on the small side and quiet. I learned to let go of my temper and start throwing punches at a fairly young age. After about middle school, word got around, and I got left alone. I didn't care if I was the kid who was always reading a book and you were the star football player. Go time was go time, and I was going to make sure you didn't want a rematch.

Once in a while, my brother still says "hey, you remember so-and-so?" Not really. "He says you punched him in school..." Yeah, probably. "Figured he just pushed you a little too far one day," and we chuckle about it.

Our parents had a real simple policy on fights at school. Start it and suffer. But if you didn't start it (and throwing the first punch wasn't starting a fight to them), they had my back.

I grew up just at the time that I think things really started going sideways. "Group learning", zero tolerance (I remember when I couldn't bring a knife to school anymore) and stupid things like that. Now we have bullied kids killing themselves because zero tolerance leaves them no other option, and we try telling them not to worry and things will get better in a few years. **** no. We need to tell these kids to aim for the eyes, nose and throat; jab, don't hook and keep beating until you know he's had enough or an adult stops you.

 

[firefree]

At age 12 Grandpa in Texas sent me into the attic for something. I found a Webly MK IV in 455.760 cal. Grandpa looked at it said he forgot where it came from. He then worked my butt off all summer. When it was time to go home to California, that gun was in my suitcase on the Greyhound. I started riding the bus to Texas every summer when I was 9. The drivers and passengers would watch out for you.
Back in LA Cal. I rode my 20" banana seat bike to an Army surplus store where the owner sold me .45acp ammo and moon clips for the revolver. Rode into Angelos National forrest, and shot from this wide spot in the road into a canyon. Carried the gun in a paper bag tied to the seat.
If LAPD showed up, sometimes they would let you shoot their .38 if they wanted to shoot your gun. There was no need to fear these Heros.
The first M16 I ever saw was from a guy standing about 10' from me on that road. LAPD stopped by, talked to him, then arrersted that guy. Heros!
These heros were from the Foothill Division where you took your bike so they could do a safety inspection and then place a cool gold shield decal on it.
Yes Virgina it was a different world.

 

[ROGER4314]

My father was a brutal man who beat the living shit out of me. Sometimes, he'd grab me by the throat, pick me up so my little feet dangled and scream curse words at me. Somehow, that caused a fascination with that move and I adopted it myself.

Bob C sat behind me in English class in HS. He started flicking me in the ear. I told him several times to stop but he continued. This guy was a hard ass and hung around with the Greasers. (we had skinheads-skins and greasers- long hair punks). After about 10 or 12 flicks to my ear, I turned around, grabbed him by the throat and commenced beating the shit out of his face. See.....Dad taught me well! The teacher broke it up but being a tough guy he bellowed that he would meet me at the bus stop after school to finish it. I waited for 45 minutes and he never showed.

Flash

 

[AcidFlashGordon]

I love this thread ...... I didn't know there wus any of us left.

There are plenty of us crotchety, crusty old farts

still around. We're too nasty to die.....

 

[GPtwins]

Speaking of small fries, that was me as well. It was my fortune to have four older brothers. Often times bullies would get the message to lay off...then my brothers would harass me endlessly for letting it go on for so long.

During hunting season, ok pretty much all the time, we kept a rifle or shotgun in the truck or car even during school. No one stole them, even when the doors were left unlocked. No one thought about using them in a fight. We knew the consequences, not from the law, but from dad!

Oh, by the way, I was a band geek. I suffered the indignities heaped upon me by the football team until I informed them that the band busses were co-Ed. Given the ridiculous state of things today, I might be labeled a sex offender.

 

[Chupacabra Hunter]

my dad would send me to the corner store to go buy cigarettes for him..... I must have been 8 or 9.... i still remember the brand... winston 100s..soft pack...
the guy at the counter would sell them to me....

 

[Vaquero]

Yes, I am a victim of my past. Ummm, I'll just stop now.

 

[kyletxria1911a1]

yes please stop cause i would hate to turn you in for a lousy grand, but a guy has a springfield for sale

 

[Stukaman]

I was and still is the fat kid don't make the fat kid angry 300lbs of angry fat kid who wrestled and played football will end your bullying career just sayen.

 

[Pilgrim]

I was and still is the fat kid don't make the fat kid angry 300lbs of angry fat kid who wrestled and played football will end your bullying career just sayen.

We NEVER made fun of the fat kids. We just gave them ice cream and they'd follow us around like puppies beating up all the bullies we pointed them at

 

[kyletxria1911a1]

for the winnnnnnnnn^^^^^^^^^i like you

 

[deemus]

my dad would send me to the corner store to go buy cigarettes for him..... I must have been 8 or 9.... i still remember the brand... winston 100s..soft pack...
the guy at the counter would sell them to me....

Ha! I started buying beer when I was 15. Bought it for the guy I worked for, then I never got questioned when I bought it for myself.