Age 5 is when I learned that girls are phony. The little girl in my kindergarten class would sometimes talk to me and other times whisper about me. This pattern has been consistent throughout my life.
Age 8 is when I learned that if I hit someone, they have every right to hit me back. I was walking home from school with my sister who’s 6 yrs older than me and her high school classmates. One of the boys was 15. He was much taller than me, being that I was only 8. But I kept punching him in the arm. I punched him about 3 times. And do you know what he did? HE PUNCHED ME BACK! And it hurt! What did I do? Well I surely didn’t cry, if that’s what you’re thinking. I did what any kid with good sense would do… I left him the fuck alone! And that’s the day I learned that if I hit anyone, whether it be a boy or girl… that they have every right to hit me back. So keep your hands to yourself.