A bloody nose and tears
When I was a boy in small town Iowa, I got into a fight with my best friend and gave him a bloody nose. It was the first time I ever gave someone a bloody nose. I cried. Our friends wondered why I was crying, for I had won. I’m still proud of that. Crying that is.
posted by Lynn @ 11:26 AM
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3 Comments:
Odd the memories that surface and when they do.
Which caused me to remember hitting a kid in the face and then running away. I wasn't afraid and could have taken him, but I didn't want to do it.
Anvilcloud,
I have no idea what prompted that reflection. Very strange.
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