I've only been in two fights in my life. The first one was in preschool. I remember my opponent being really small and jumpy, and not a girl. The reason why we fought is still a mystery to me, since we were supposed to be friends (or as close as what two boys getting along in preschool can call friendship). I am just able to remember the roundhouse kicks he lousily swung at me out of the blue. I really couldn't believe it. It was sort of laughable, even. I've always been one of the taller students in the schools I've attended and he's probably been one of the smaller ones. He was short and blonde, rosy cheeks and had blue eyes. He was in no way intimidating. So when the fight started, I was surprised and a heartbeat away from cracking up. During the blitzkrieg of roundhouses, just for a moment, I felt I had the clarity of Neo when he deciphered the matrix's code. Dodging one kick after another, I was jus waiting for the right time to catch one of his legs and push it towar the back of his head. And that's just what I did. I was able to get ahold of one of his legs and back he went. Fight over. Rodrigo 1 - Pipsqueak 0.

The other fight I was in was with my nemesis in elementary school. I was the leader of the nerds and he was the leader of the "troublemakers" (laugh all you want at the nomenclature, that's the way my nerdy mind saw them). Not much can be said about the fight except that that's when I learned that low blows are the last resort when fighting another guy. They should be strictly used only as a last resort. I didn't know that at the time, so I kicked him in the testicles early on in the fight. That basically downed the other guy. I just thought of it as a simple solution and I regret it for the rest of my life. Never again shall I kick someone in the balls who's not trying to kill or rape me.