Crimson---I have only been in two fights in my entire life and I remember my first one like it was yesterday.
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Picture it....Sicily....1980, I think I was in kindergarten and there was this girl name Tanya. I don't know about ya'll but in my neighborhood all of the girls named "Tanya" were
ROUGH!!! Tanya was the type of girl that even the BOYS were scared of.
I swear that this girl was 6ft. tall in kindergarten. Anyway, Tanya would always pick on one person every week and lo and behold it was my turn.
So she picked on me all week and she decided that she was going to kick my butt on a Friday.
I am shhh-shhh-shaking because I didn't like to fight and I just knew I was gonna catch a beating. So the bell rings and I start the long walk home (I only lived 5 blocks away but that's hella long when you got a group of people following you home telling you in
vivid detail how Tanya was gonna whip my ass).
So out of the crowd comes Tanya (she parted that group of instigators like Moses parting the Red Sea) and she steps to me and we proceed to do the "shoulder tango." That's when two people are shoulder to shoulder going around in circles talking 'bout "whatcha gonna do? no...whatcha GONNA do....uh uhh...WHATCHA gonna do."
And then it happened.....Tanya proceeds to beat me like I stole something....I mean she beat me like a slave, ya'll.
Part 2 of the story coming up.....