How old were you when you had your first real fight?

You'd have wanted none of it.
We went all out one time when he threw a steel tip dart at me and it stuck in my shin.
No, we weren't playing darts. We were arguing over who had the fastest Hot Wheel car.
I got into with my older brother and fake threw a knife (we were cleaning fish, which is what the fight was about) and the knife came out of the handle and stuck in wall.

We freaked.

Only serious fight was 6th grade. Before school. I broke the kids arm. Slammed it into a dumpster. Got licks from the vp for fight, leaving school property and for something else. We had a choice of that or detention. My parents would have to drive an hour to pick me if I had detention. Licks they were...
 
I remember Dave Winfield talking about how when he was finally big/confident enough to take on his brother he didn't know what the hell to do once he got on top of him because he didn't truly want to hurt him but he wanted to send some kind of message so that he would stop fucking with him. So he just started ripping off all of the buttons on the sweater that his brother was wearing one by one. Turns out that it belonged to their mom's boyfriend anyway :laugh:
yeah, when it comes to "fights" I was about 11 and was playing football with a group of friends it was getting dark, I said i have to go home for dinner, hopped on my bike, one kid for some reason was like don't go, pussy, next TD wins and when I was about to cycle off just started pounding me from behind (gave me a black eye), that said at the time I was just like cool, I'm going home, I can be singularly focused. so I was in 5th grade we had K-4 then a middle school that was 5th and 6th grade, then JR/SR high they called it for 7th-12th. this kid was 13 or 14, around the age of my brother so at the same school, i don't need to say anything else, but yeah, my brother always had my back.

that said the winfield story reminds me of my father, he would use a belt on us, but it was in a manner where he never hurt us, it was more, i'm disappointed and this is how i best know to convey that. we would literally laugh while he was doing it.
 
Really? I never saw it that way. Just like most on here, has conviction.
i mean, you're both lions fans and you don't think burr is funny, i don't know if i trust your opinion. i was just being salty, it's been a rough few days. I'm worrying about my friends who might not have jobs any longer because they don't live near a field office and I don't want to get into it so maybe I lashed out here and there.
 
My brother had me in a headlock. He also had an ingrown toenail. Guess what I did. Yep got into trouble for that.

My skinny ass brother was a bad ass in a fight. He is like a chicken. Peck ya and move.
 
In 3rd grade, this sex-crazed and retard strong kid named Shawn stabbed me in the arm with a pencil.

I beat the shit out of that retard.
 
Make love. Not war.
 
The summer between 3rd & 4th grade me and a buddy were hanging out at a local school playground shooting hoops - minding our own business. A gang of 6th graders rolled in and kicked us out of the playground claiming it was their turf. We left without incident, but went to my buddy's house and grabbed some knives from the kitchen and rode our bikes back to the playground to continue shooting hoops. The gang of kids tried to boot us again, but we ignored them until they jumped us. One kid grabbed me from behind and put me in a headlock, so I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the leg to get him off me. As the kid was crying on the ground clutching his leg, I was standing over him talking a little shit back to him when a group of his buddies tackled me from behind and held me down while another kid in their group ran to a local house and had them call the police.

...I was the one who got a police escort back home, but that was the last time they fucked with me.
 
It’s a hard question because there is so much gray area. I was the younger brother so I feel like I came out fighting and got my ass beat by most of his friends. Then there was always playground shit going down, situations where you pinched an obnoxious kid and that was the end of it, fights that broke out then broken up by others, then there were to constant boxing matches we set up.

Honestly I feel some kind of fight was going on most of the time but that is how we rolled back then and didn’t think anything of it.

I guess middle school when there was a kid who wouldn’t quit talking shit after football and I was tired as hell so I beamed him in the face with a coke can. Thought that was the end of it but next morning at school I was walking through the gym felt a tap on my shoulder, turned and caught one on the jaw by that mofo. Dumbass didn’t think it through because I guess he thought I would just crumble but I beat that ass until a group of guys pulled me off and that was a good thing but I almost took it too far. Crazy thing was no teachers saw it or got involved so one of the few school fights I didn’t get in trouble for.

By high school it wasn’t unusual to meet at a parking lot and settle some beef. I wasn’t always involved and it seemed to rotate but there was a fight most weekends. Some better than others.
 
In 8th grade I got my ass kicked by 5 burnouts because I got caught having sex w the leaders gf while he was out suspended for having weed in his locker.

Then I spent the next several years re-enacting a Steven Segal movie exacting revenge on 4 of the 5 over the next several years one at a time.
 
Got in fights with my older brothers all the time at home. That started when I was probably 4 or 5.

First school fight was in 5th grade, don't even remember what it was for. We just tossed each other around, knocking over desks. Nobody really knew how to fight at that age.

Last fight was 10th grade. Guy was just an asshole to me all the time, for no reason. We were standing off before class, teacher walked into the room and told us to sit down. Other guy sat down, I jumped him. Landed about 5 punches before he got up and headlocked me. By then two other guys had broken us up.
 
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My parents and my cousin’s parents would pit us against each other in the living room for their entertainment. He was a year older than me and would get his ass kicked every time.
 
In 8th grade I got my ass kicked by 5 burnouts because I got caught having sex w the leaders gf while he was out suspended for having weed in his locker.

Then I spent the next several years re-enacting a Steven Segal movie exacting revenge on 4 of the 5 over the next several years one at a time.
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When I was preschool age, my brother and I were playing in the yard. A neighborhood bully and his two tagalongs were in the street. They were a few years older. The bully threw a rock and hit me in the head. My brother purposefully walked up to the larger bully and put a roundhouse right on his jaw. The bully staggered back and started crying. His tagalongs marshalled him away, shouting threats. My brother returned and asked if I was OK. I had a cut on my forehead, but it wasn’t bleeding much, so we continued to play. Later, my mother asked how I got the cut. I told her. She said she didn’t want us fighting, but I could tell she was proud of my brother for defending me. Not my fight, but my earliest memory of one.
 
In middle school, there was a meek fellow who decided he would enhance his standing among our peers by picking a fight with me. I caught his hands as he threw punches at me, telling him that he didn’t want to do this. I tripped over a desk, still holding his hands, so he started to press my wrists against the desk. I told him to stop. When he didn’t, I stood up and threw him across the room. That’s when a teacher spotted us. Despite my peers shouting that the other kid had started it, I was sent to the principal’s office. 🙄
 
I was a peaceful kid. I would step in to try to stop fights. I took a few blows doing this, but always kept my cool. I stopped a few fights and luckily didn’t get seriously injured.
 
8th Grade 1974
Forced Bussing
14 Years Old.

This black guy and his friends always were fucking with me.
I'd had enough.

Full power side kick right into his solar plexus.
Folded like a cheap card table.

I swear his forehed hit his knee caps.

He just laid there.
I asked if he wanted some more.
He said no.

I asked his friends who were watching,,,,''who was next''.
None of them wanted what they just saw. Of course they were pussies.

Never had any more trouble with the black guys the rest of the year.
Have no idea if the dude ever got up.
Didn't care
 
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