Wow, times are a changing.
Not that when I was 9 every kid didn't draw all the time in study hall, or play hoops and any other sport you could, didn't everyone, and doesn't every 9 year old today do too? Gee, what a heartwrenching standout depiction of the poor buckaroo...
I can just remember picking on kids till they fought back, or getting picked on till you fought back and that was the end of it. Good lesson in retrospect.
Kids today seem like they are learning to be liberal rutabagas.
And what's this diagnosed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
Hell, in Wisconsin we loved wearing "Sunday School Shoes" in the winter time, you know those awful dress shoes you'd not want to be caught dead in. But with slick bottoms, you could take a flying run at the icey hill on our school yard, and they were like insane welfare speed skis. The idea was to shoot down the hill and try to plow through the kids at the bottom of the hill trying to tackle you. We also played "Smear the Queer with the Ball", which was 30 kids and a football, you throw it in the air, a kid takes it and runs until you get pummeled. Then you threw it in the air, repeat. Tramatic fun disorder, many times with more than a cut on yer head.
This kid will be a lawyer in time for sure.
