So.......that's your story and you've stuck to it all these years???Jr High........8th grade, Bill T pushed me when I went to dump my lunch stuff, I stumbled toward the trash can and grabbed the nearest thing to decelerate...........
Sara S's most fabulous sweater puppet (right side, D cup) I think my hand went totally numb, she gasped, and I froze.............then I let go
Grade school (3rd)................little jerk (bigger than me though) kept calling me names, I was the "new kid". Got him cornered in the classroom when we were first ones in and grabbed Mrs Black's big oak chair (it was big 'cause she was huge).
I had just swung it up and it was about over my head, I was gonna crush that idiot...........and from behind I heard Mrs Black yell my full name (even the middle one)...........I tightened up and the chair slammed short of my target.
Class came in, and I was escorted out. Door open....... man that fat lady could swing a paddle.
Had me stand by the stairs to lean back and take the hits' or go flying.
I took em, never even watered my eyes. My face was on fire though.
Nobody said a word, during my beating or after.
I tried to find that little SOB for a few recesses after that. If I'd have found him he'd have been toast.