yeah i kicked a girl's nutsack
This is the point where I just decide not to ask questions.
As for me I haven't been in any "fights", only these minor squabbles that ended up with me feeling sorry for myself because a kid got my shirt dirty or dropped snow down my back. Probably the worst and most recent one was from when I was maybe 11 years old.
I was at my grandparents' house and decided to go over to the playground that was maybe 400 yards from their house. There were some older kids hanging around at the top of the playground and they wouldn't let me climb up onto the structure. Naturally, I made it my goal to get up there. Another boy who I'd known for a while named Elijah decided to do the same. He ended up getting up there and the older kids all slid down the play structure because it wasn't fun anymore. They just sorta loitered around talking amongst themselves.
One of the older kids was named Bud (such an awesome name). He lived across the street from my grandparents' house and was a pretty nice kid, perhaps 13 or 14 years old. My grandparents let him come in their house a few times. He was getting annoyed from the two of us (may have been three, can't remember if my brother was there) and finally started telling us to leave and go home. I just ran around their posse laughing and being a handicap trying to be a bothersome annoyance. Elijah stood on the play structure lobbing insults at them. Finally, I had the most epic idea. The area around the playground was pretty much flooded with standing water from recent rain, so I reached into a puddle and grabbed a handful of muddy wood chips and hurled the glop at the kids. Bud immediately got angry and began making threats. I was just glad that my teasing was finally getting to them, so I picked up more wood chips and threw them. He gave me one final warning, right on the brink of yelling, and began walking towards me pointing his finger. I bounded out of reach and he turned around and began walking back towards his friends. I grabbed more wood chips and threw them. This time, the entire payload hit Bud on the back of his white t-shirt.
He spun in a flash and began sprinting towards me. I was just like, "OH CRAP" and spun on my heels making a beeline in the opposite direction. He was older and had a head start though. He grabbed me by the back of my shirt which gagged me against my neckline. He twirled me around and lifted me off the ground by the front of my shirt and screamed at me. If my bladder had been full, it would've emptied right there. My eyes felt as big as tennis balls as I wriggled around in midair while he lost his temper. He never did hit me, but rather just dropped me harshly on the ground and walked towards his friends again. I kinda just scrambled up and ran away.
I think Bud's parents divorced and moved away, so he's not there anymore. I saw him a few times since the incident and each time he was being really nice as if it had never happened. I never talked to him though.
