One of my least favorite childhood memories? Getting punched in the stomach, of course.
I was about 8 or 9 years old and our neighbors across the street had two kids around my age, Timmy and Bobby. These two were total jerks. They generally liked mucking around with things, picking fights, and being jerks. But somehow some days we managed to get along… maybe it was my using my Big Wheel as the Price is Right’s Big Wheel.
Anyway I distinctly remember standing facing Timmy on the side of my house. A sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and we were fighting (perhaps over Timmy’s cheating during the Big Wheel game segment.) Words escalated, yelling ensued, and soon I found myself on the receiving end of a punch in the gut. While I did get into a fight once in grammar school and once in high school, I never got punched in the stomach again.
Not a fun experience. I can still remember the intense and strange pain I felt from it. If you never got punched in the stomach, consider yourself fortunate.
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