
Well, maybe, my son wasn't really, as violent as I first thought. He was sick, or getting sick. No excuses, just that is not like him, to hit somebody for no reason. He through up in school the next day and had to be picked up. He's much better.
I was remembering how, everyday, I used to kick the boys, in the school yard. I loved to kick the big boys and then run to another boy to save me... The damsel in distress was always my game in school. Mrs. Peterson said, think of the meanest person you know. I thought of, you know who, Grandma Ruth. She said, if you keep practicing being mean you will grow up to be just like her. That stopped me in my tracks. I never wanted to be like her. But I did want to fight every day. Oh well, Leanders and Clifford and Gerald and the other boys would have to find another damsel in distress to play with. I was going to try to be nice now. I never really liked playing jump rope with the girls, or the other girly games, I liked playing war games and if the boys wouldn't play, I would kick one or the other and build my teams on my own instigation. It was fun, but it had to end in second grade, Thanks to Mrs. Peterson...I hope I'm not getting the stomach flu.
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