Childhood Memory

I saw a CCTV clip yesterday where a male pushed an elderly woman in Manhattan (she was apparently 92) causing her to fall and hit her head on a fire hydrant.
This was totally unprovoked, cruel, vindictive and spiteful, and I hope the old lady fully recovers. I also hope they catch him, he’s charged with assault and jailed.

I woke up this morning thinking of an instance that happened when I was about 4 or 5.
My sister and I were playing in the local playground and she got into a fight with a group of 5 or 6 other girls.
There was a lot of screaming, shouting, hair pulling and nail gouging,  so I ran to get help.
Maybe this is why Sis doesn’t like me, as instead of sticking around and wading in with my own fists flying,  I ran away.
From what I can remember, the girls were older and a lot bigger than us. There were more of them too, so perhaps at that early age I weighed up the odds before I legged it for assistance.
Sis got home before help arrived, bloodied, bruised and scratched, with a few broken nails and a substantial tuft of red hair from the ringleader with roots, blood and skin attached. I wonder now if it ever actually grew back. I always remember that red hair.
Good for Sis for holding her own, but was it really shame on me for running? I was very young after all, and probably scared out of my wits as it wasn’t a fair fight and the memory has stuck with me.

For years afterwards, I would not go anywhere where there were crowds and would rather cross the road than walk on the same side of a ‘gang’, either male or female.
I hate conflict, though will stand my ground if I have to, but I would rather walk away.
Yesterday out shopping, I had the same anxieties and was glad of social distancing. Coming home in the car there was a group of four ‘lads’ staggering towards the traffic-light controlled crossing and both of us thought they were going to keep on walking even though our lights were green. We saw they each had a can of beer, and luckily their dog had the sense to stop at the kerb. Had they continued, we would have hit them and I dread to think what the outcome would have been.

It was not a good day for us yesterday as our stress levels were off the charts. Thankfully today we have done very little, especially as I didn’t wake up until late, and apart from walking the dog, haven’t been anywhere.  Hopefully, tomorrow will be more of the same.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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14 Responses to Childhood Memory

  1. Liz says:

    I like to avoid conflict too and fights, yes, I would run and get assistance.
    But verbally, in a reasonable way, I will stand my ground on things, if needed, compared to before when I be quiet and timid.

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    For what it’s worth I think you did the right thing. It never makes sense to engage with bullies, gangs etc. Good you’re staying put today. No one needs more stress!!

  3. Paula Light says:

    I will always walk away. I’m not physically strong nor do I want to get into a verbal fight with a lunatic here who may have a gun. A couple times, when I wasn’t in my normal state, I did confront people, and it wasn’t good.

  4. Sadje says:

    Hope it continues to be a good day!

  5. SarahC says:

    And the weird thing for distancing when nice people are avoiding nice people so we all have space……

  6. Early PTSD it sounds like. I don’t think parents gave the same weight to such things in their children in ‘our’ day. But it still left damage. I’ve always been a ‘flight’ in the fight or flight scenario and would run the other way rather than confront people. I’ve always felt a bit of a coward too for doing that. But when push came down to shove, I would stand and fight if it were necessary. Some folks are bullies and unless someone stands up to them and calls them on their awful behavior, they just keep on doing the same ugly things. Screw that. These days I’m likely to be more confrontational, but it doesn’t get any easier. I’m glad you had a very low key day and didn’t get into something with those drunk boys. That sort of thing never ends well for anyone involved I don’t think. Take care Di! (I slept until 11:30 a.m., so I’m calling YOU ‘early bird” 😆 )

    • Ha! Sleep well. Sis always pushed me into an argument, especially in front of her friends, so that she could make me look silly and her look better. In the end I stopped rising to the bait and left her looking foolish.

  7. murisopsis says:

    Sibling rivalry never goes away does it? I was never a fighter though my sisters and I would get into it and get physical… I am a peace keeper and I avoid conflict. Sometime discretion is the better part of valor… I hope tomorrow is a calm and gentle day!

    • Sis and I are not close, in distance or otherwise now. I got a text message for my birthday which was more than last year. As long as she;s happy, then that’s good. We get on best when she’s there and I’m here.

  8. willowdot21 says:

    Take care Di, both of you what has caused your stress levels to rise so much. You guys usually have it sussed, calm and considered. Hopefully a quiet evening and restful night will fix things for you both sending good vibes 💜💜💜💜💜

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