I have had my share of fights in my life and yes they were tough but they made me the person I am today. The only times I have had to resort to fighting was when it came to my cousin, he was constantly looking for fights. He was arrogant and cocky at times and one way or another I would always get dragged into it. Now I am able to fend for myself but back then it was difficult for a boy of 12 years to be going up against 16 year old kids. They were bigger, stronger, and faster But there id go ready for the next one, and I did it gladly simply because I knew if and when the tables were turned I could always count on him.
My cousin lives in a small town where everyone knows each other so of course anytime we fought or got in trouble we knew what was to come. I was a different kid back then, hard headed, never really cared for my personal wellbeing, just making sure my cousin was okay and vice versa. We could not go a week without having fought someone because of something as simple as a dumb remark.
But that just how we were, young and dumb. Even though I was just a boy I learned the meaning of self-independence extremely quickly. I remember being around the age of twelve and already taking the bus all around town, causing trouble wherever I went. My cousin and I both would call out any kid or group of kids no matter how much we knew we were going to end up with a black eye or sore ribs.
To this day I cannot say I regret anything because for one thing it taught me how to be independent for and also prepared me for the tough parts of life. I now realize that in life there are things you cannot back out from and even though there is a great risk you just have to do it and wish for the best. I enjoyed my childhood beatings very much and wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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