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posted 3/24/2010 10:41:23 PM |
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... well, it went like this. I was in the fourth grade. I loved recess time in school. I've always been a physically active child. I would challenge the laws of physics as to what I can or cannot do. I believe that is really part of every child's learning process. And I was one of those boys on the playground who thought he was king of the monkey bars. I was proud of it. I would challenge other boys into a chicken game. One on one we would start at opposite sides of the bars and like chimpanzees, swing using our arms as the main source of propulsion and stability. Our equilibrium, i'm sure was the art of swinging our bodies into a rythem (why the fuck don't I know how to spell rythem?) Well, I was good...so good I don't recall ever losing until....I remember the first time.... He was a fat kid. Twice my size. One grade up. A halfway bully. But, I wasn't scared. He was on my turf - THE MONKEY BARS! (Maybe I was good at the bars because I didn't feel like being on the ground with him?) Well, like two jousters making their way towards eachother, not once did I even think that I would lose. My arms were conditioned and I trusted their knowing grip. We met at the middle and I was surprised as to how he had managed to stay on. We grappled eachother with our legs, each trying to pry the other off. We tussled for what seemed like days. He was the toughest I had ever faced. There was a crowd of kids chanting for me to beat the fat bully kid so I tried even harder. His grip finally let go. Then he grabbed onto me. I could not manage a second to hold on for dear life with his entire weight upon me. We both fell and hit the ground intertwined. I remember the first time I got the wind knocked out of me! He fell on top of me. I remember my chest taking a nice bashing from his weight. All I REMEMBER WAS THAT I COULD NOT BREATH. I thought I was dying. I had no idea that I would be fine in a couple of minutes. I started to cry as I believed I was the only kid in that school who knew what dying felt like. But what I couldn't understand before I recovered and realized I was going to live? Was how could that fat mother fucker just get up (as I thought I was dying) dust his pants off. Look at me and laugh his fucking fat ass off. Then he walked away...

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B9CC1D

Mar 24 @ 11:37PM  
Yup. That's what it feels like when you have a gall stone. Except it lasts for four hours.
JOHN7AZ

Mar 24 @ 11:56PM  
god! Then i'll take that bully anyday, LOL!

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