Boot Camp Continues

(Continued) When I was in the 4th or 5th grade I was attacked by two boys on bikes. I had never seen them before and I wondered, why? But since I didn't know how to fight I did the next best thing, I ran home, probably crying. When My parents wanted to know what happened I was told, simply, to fight back. How? I didn't know how? Find a way to learn I was told. In my block there was a professional boxer who fought some fights for as many as 30 rounds! He had a boxing club and I wanted to join. He said he had a full house, but if I could beat one of his boxers I could join! I asked a friend's older brother to teach me and he did - reluctantly! To my surprise, I learned pretty quickly; challenged one of Billy's boxers, who was my age and I beat him. Billy let me in and kept the other boxer; then he showed me how to make my moves and when to hit; to keep skipping around the other fighter until I saw my chance. This I did very well, he said. So, then I waited until I saw those 2 boys, started making my way home, and they threatened me. I acted like I was going to run; one guy got off his bike; his mistake, because I knocked him down and started after the other when he got on his bike and rode away. I told the guy on the ground if I ever saw either him or his friend again, I would beat them up! I never saw them again. (Back to Boot Camp)