First week of Kindergarten recess before class we were escorted to the playground, teased by first graders that we weren't allowed to climb the monkey bars. A sweaty fat kid sitting on second rung of the 5 layered square monkey bars told us to get loss. Other Kindergarteners threw clumps of wet muddy grass at him,so he got down and said he was going to beat our ass. This was the first time I'd ever heard a kid my age curse. When he got down I laughed at his largeness and was unfortunately the closest to him. He got up close to me pressing is sweaty stinky gray t-shit up against my face, but before I could get away he repeatedly punched me in the head, so I ran in circles screaming, head throbbing at which point I then I saw another kid I didn't like. This kid had been mean to several girls, and myself. He was standing under the slide, so I broke from my circular course and headed straight for him head first. Our skulls clashed a loud clunk - pock! We both fell backwards to the hard dry cracked clay dirt. He cried, and whimpered . A teacher pulled us up and I told her it was an accident. My cousin Tiffany exclaimed:" NO! He did it on purpose, I saw him!" The teacher made us both kneel along with the other Kindergartners throwing grass at the fat bully. I asked Tiffany:" Didn't you see the fat boy punching me?" " No, but you probably deserved it." she replied. "You were being sassy."
Lesson one: Don't trust girls, especially cousins.
Lesson one: Don't trust girls, especially cousins.
There is something to be said for going to a Quaker school.
ReplyDeleteBut that is something I could see happening in my family, everyone has those kind of things it helps build character they say.
Character building perhaps. I remember feeling guilty. This poor kid was minding his own business, and I felt the need to take it out on him after suffering a painful blows to the head. I guess i figured, he was closer to my size.
ReplyDeleteStupid crap kids do.
I was still trying to remember childhood déjà vu moments, and remembered having some then, and that moment specifically. I'm starting to think déjà vu is the result of memories we think about a lot that could possibly echo backwards with added thoughts & future narratives.
Of course, I don't know with any certainty. Just speculation. I really don't think we, as people truly understand the nature of time itself. Something about our true nature is a huge missing piece.
I know boring stuff?....Regardless, I'll forever be obsessed with it.
Sound advice, Bennett! I'll remember never to trust them again.
ReplyDeleteAnd also, make fun of fat kids!
INJUSTICE! Are there any boys who make it through school without SOME kind of physical confrontation?
ReplyDeleteAre you still sassy?
LBB, yes good, and send them all my way. Make fun of fat kids? No. That's not the intention. Especially not one's that submerge your head into their smelly sweaty gut.
ReplyDeleteKaren, Sassy? No. Cocky perhaps, but not sassy. And no, most boys suffer physical confrontation some time or another. That's the way it is.