My dad taught me to fight bullies
Henry taught me how to box when I was only 7 or 8. We had "boxing sessions" where he pushed furniture to the walls and showed me how a boxer stands as a right hander and how to hold my hands. With both of our hands open handed and not in a fist, we spared in the living room. He showed me how to block a blow by slightly tapping one of my cheeks if I wasn't paying attention. My mother was aghast, but he told her a boy has to know how to take on a Bully. "You only use this on bullies if you ever happen to come across one, " dad told me. "Will you promise me that? " I promised.
Because of that I always walked tall and feared no boy my age.
Because of that I always walked tall and feared no boy my age.