Sometimes, the best introduction ends with a great concussion.
Some of my brothers picked on me. Since I was the youngest, it was pretty fun for them to perform acts of unkindness. Hanging me up from a tree while serving a two year sentence in leg braces was only one form. Personally, I preferred tamed fighting as opposed to emotional abuse. Far to0 young to match their wits or humiliation approaches, I chose the barbarian approach… Fighting. As one of my brothers once said, no one wins in a fight. So true. It’s senseless, mindless, and you wind up with a broken nose, concussion, or blood from your opponent causing your mother to do an extra load of laundry.
Not sustaining a broken nose, as I am aware of, the concussions and blood were true, and I deserved some of them.
I love my brothers and am glad I didn’t mess with my six older sisters. That would have been concussion central. I love them as well. They all taught me how to be strong, compassionate, and how to gamble.
We were and are a family, and I wouldn’t choose anyone else to help me along in that pasture of ultimate kindness. There really was no bullying, just blood and love, and a few concussions.