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A fight had broken out between two boys in the playground. A crowd had surrounded it and a chant of fight fight fight went up from the other boys. A few punches were thrown but it consisted mainly of pushing and shoving and wild swings that went no where. I stood in the crowd watching seeing who would win or throw a decisive punch but neither did. Punches landed on arms or chests and be absorbed. None of the girls came and watched they carried on with their games of skip rope or hop skip and jump. My mother had said if any one hits you hit them back if you can't punch then kick if you can't kick bite. But as I wasn't involved I just watched. My money was on the tall kid the tubby kid was slow and missed more often than he hit. Then the teacher came and broke up the fight with words of move away move away and stop the fighting. The two boys were taken off to the head teacher's office and the crowd dispersed and went about its mid morning business of cards or games of war with imaginary guns or swords. I played cards with Jupp head down not looking around or up.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
BENNY ONE MID MORNING 1956.
A fight had broken out between two boys in the playground. A crowd had surrounded it and a chant of fight fight fight went up from the other boys. A few punches were thrown but it consisted mainly of pushing and shoving and wild swings that went no where. I stood in the crowd watching seeing who would win or throw a decisive punch but neither did. Punches landed on arms or chests and be absorbed. None of the girls came and watched they carried on with their games of skip rope or hop skip and jump. My mother had said if any one hits you hit them back if you can't punch then kick if you can't kick bite. But as I wasn't involved I just watched. My money was on the tall kid the tubby kid was slow and missed more often than he hit. Then the teacher came and broke up the fight with words of move away move away and stop the fighting. The two boys were taken off to the head teacher's office and the crowd dispersed and went about its mid morning business of cards or games of war with imaginary guns or swords. I played cards with Jupp head down not looking around or up.
A BOY IN A PLAYGROUND IN LONDON ONE MID MORNING 1956
TerryCollett
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
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