Fighting I never fought in my life. In grade 1 a big boy wanted to push me over, and I stepped to the side, and left my foot there, and he fell. He got up, came at me from that direction now, I stepped to the side, left a foot there, and he fell. He never repeated. He was a fast learner, I figure now.
In grade 7 a small boy challenged me to fight him. I said I don't want to fight you. He talked me into going into an abandoned lot after school, to find a clearing to fight. No onlookers, just he and I. I felt really fucking bad. He came at me, and I pushed him over. He fell, he said, "You are supposed to kick me now, or something," and I shrugged my shoulders. He came up, and said, so you want peace, I said, yes, and we stopped the fight before it happened.
In grade 12 I was in a dormitory. Two big boys took a tiny little feller by the belt, and hung him on the door knob. The tiny feller was angry, kicking, and the two large boys did not even laugh. So next I know, maybe a couple of days later, the two big boys are all of a sudden on my two sides. They reached for my belt. I put my feet out to the side, held out my upper arms, hands on my waist, elbow out, and turned left, then right, and the two boys were on the ground. I don't know I did it. They never tried again on me or on the other boy. The other boy and I became lifelong friends.
These are the good news.
The bad news is that I always got roughed up by my best buddies back in the old country. A boy hit me when I was an asshole. He was my best buddy. Another boy, whom I knew through our fathers, hit me in the face so blood came out (he was immensely stronger than I) when I fouled up his piros ulti bid, and laughed at him, because I did it with a plank tener. Then another time, about a year after this incident, he mispoke his bid, and I demanded more points for his loss, but he insisted he had made a lower-value bid. I was adamant, so he stood up and kicked the shit out of me.