Fighting is not my thing // Week 229

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I will start by saying that I have always considered myself a chicken, throughout my life I have fled from physical fights and I avoid as much as possible to be near and much more to be in the middle of such acts.

But that does not mean that in all opportunities I have escaped, my first fight was in third grade, I was 7 years old and although I do not remember for sure how the fight started, what is certain is that I ended up grabbed by the hair with a classmate who later became my friend because we were also neighbors and we played almost every afternoon at my house during all the years of elementary school.

That has been the only time I have fought with a person outside my blood and I say this because the rest of my fights were during my adolescence with my sister for different reasons and situations of conflicting opinions that arise between siblings. The truth is that although my sister has always been smaller than me in stature, she could always beat me.

It may be for this reason that I have never liked fights, because if my sister who is smaller beat me, I do not want to imagine what can happen with an outsider or it may also be that my peaceful character made me always let me win by my sister, the fact is that I do not like fights that reach the degree of physical aggression. Since that stage of adolescence ended and my relationship with my sister improved thanks to what we grew up and matured, I have not found myself in this type of situations because as I said at the beginning I have tried to stay away from conflictive, aggressive and troublemakers.