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My Dad Taught Me How To Fight
dav1965
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When i was 4 or 5 i started fighting my dad. We would fight in the living room and if i could touch a piece of furniture that was the ropes and he would let me up.
When i got older about 10 we went outside and we would box/wrestle. My Dad was 6 foot 5 and i am 5 foot 5. Every time i would get inside of him he would kick me with boots. He would try and slide his foot down my leg.
My Dad was the oldest of 7 kids. His Dad was the biggest, sorriest piece of crap known to man. My dad overcame that and was the greatest person i have ever known.
My Dad was farm strong. When his dad hit his mom at 15 my dad hit his father and then picked him up and slammed him to the ground and told him if he ever touched mom again he would * him for life.
His Mom was never hit again. I guess that is what made him such a good dad.
When i got older about 10 we went outside and we would box/wrestle. My Dad was 6 foot 5 and i am 5 foot 5. Every time i would get inside of him he would kick me with boots. He would try and slide his foot down my leg.
My Dad was the oldest of 7 kids. His Dad was the biggest, sorriest piece of crap known to man. My dad overcame that and was the greatest person i have ever known.
My Dad was farm strong. When his dad hit his mom at 15 my dad hit his father and then picked him up and slammed him to the ground and told him if he ever touched mom again he would * him for life.
His Mom was never hit again. I guess that is what made him such a good dad.
Comments
it's never "a chip off the ol' block" or genetics or whatever. it's 1/2 of how you were raised, and 1/2 of what you decide to do with it (if anything) that makes the man.
when I was maybe 4 or 5 years old neighbor kid always beat me up , my dad told me you better not come home crying again , if he bigger pick up a stick and beat him never loose again ,
it worked ,, too well all thru school I loved to fight no matter if mine or not I would jump on top of or in the middle of a fight ,
thank goodness I out grew that [:D]
the other kid that was the original bully, we were friends for life ( have not seen him for 15 years he was headed to Florida after a major storm to get a foot hold in the construction , but always remembered the day I thumped him with that stick [:D]