05/14/09 11:37 AM |
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Brad Huffman
Greg, I don't know. It's just one of my many weird quirks. Somehow I can recall small, random details from events throughout my life which in the grand scheme of things are not significant. Yet to this day, I cannot tell you my mother's birthday.
The good side (depending on your perspective) is I can usually come up with a story to tell. Like this one from around the time of 3rd or 4th grade :-)
I was walking home after school and Karen Z. was following me and wanting to fight. She was right on my heels and kept saying "Fight me! Come on chicken! Fight me!" She just kept pestering me and wouldn't let up. Over and over again "Fight me! Come on chicken! Fight me!" Finally there came a point where I just couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and punched her once in the stomach. Immediately she bent over with a Mr. Bill face (Oh no!), and I continued walking home thinking that was the end of it.
I was severely mistaken. I don't know how they knew, but somehow my parents had heard about the incident before I had finished walking the last two blocks. I can only assume Einstein was wrong and something can travel faster than the speed of light, Extra-Sensory Mommy Perception.
I got whooped! I got whooped so bad that when Karen's old brother came down the block to do the manly thing and beat me up, he saw how much I was crying and actually left feeling sorry for me.
Beam forward to the 6th grade and there was another girl in my class who also wanted to fight. I don't remember her name, but she had blonde hair a little pass her shoulders, glasses, maybe braces, and a cast on her right arm (I'm not sure what it is with me and women with broken appendages). This time however I said "No, I can't fight girls." She too kept pestering me and trying to egg me into a confrontation, but I held my ground and refused to fight her.
The ridicule from her was brutal, but to this day I've never had another thought about raising my hand to a woman. It also helped that a year or two after that all us boys realized girls where cute, bumpy, and smelled good :-)
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