I don't particularly want to join, but I do have two very true, very happened-to-me, stories I would like to share.
I was jumped in the bathroom of a recreational skating establishment. This occurred a good 5-6 years ago, when I was about 11. No known reason and nothing was stolen from my person, it was apparently just an overly aggressive individual. Getting assaulted on skates isn't fun, considering the other guy had shoes on. Skates make it quite difficult to stand back up. Never saw that guy again.
And I have my father to thank for this one. (May he rest in peace)
I was about 12, I guess, and I somehow got roped into one of those stupid little scuffles almost-teenage boys have. I lost...horribly--- at least I didn't start the confrontation; I would never have regained face.
Anyways, my father convinced me to copy, word-for-word, the entire dictionary because I didn't know enough words to talk my way out of a fight. Years later, I look back and appreciate this fair and clever punishment. Because now I'm all smart and wordy. Huzzah.
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