Not a shoving match w/ your cousin at Thanksgiving, but an all out brawl with intent to inflict harm.
Mine was 4th grade. Kid had just moved into the neighborhood and I was running shit amongst my little friends at the time. Man, we got into it and little did I know homie came from a tough background - tough as in being removed by child protective services and re-homed. In our fight, he was bobbing and weaving like a 1980s version of Floyd Mayweather. Got my ass whooped and had the black eye to prove it. Like most kids, we later became friends, but he started gang banging as we got older.
The last day I saw him was as he was hitting on school buses on the last day of school looking for some rival gang members, and wearing a red bandana. That same summer, he and his uncle tried to force a grown man out of his vehicle and the old man killed them both w/ a shotgun. Seeing his body in that casket stayed with me for years.
Mine was 4th grade. Kid had just moved into the neighborhood and I was running shit amongst my little friends at the time. Man, we got into it and little did I know homie came from a tough background - tough as in being removed by child protective services and re-homed. In our fight, he was bobbing and weaving like a 1980s version of Floyd Mayweather. Got my ass whooped and had the black eye to prove it. Like most kids, we later became friends, but he started gang banging as we got older.
The last day I saw him was as he was hitting on school buses on the last day of school looking for some rival gang members, and wearing a red bandana. That same summer, he and his uncle tried to force a grown man out of his vehicle and the old man killed them both w/ a shotgun. Seeing his body in that casket stayed with me for years.