Truly True Stories- Mostly

The other stories on this blog are fiction, stories that are truer than true.   These stories will also show me as the hero of my own life, but will also modestly confess to certain minor weaknesses.  Mark Twain said that the way to turn an honest man into a liar is to ask him to write an autobiography.  I don't know that I was an honest man to begin with, but hey, I'm telling the stories.

My Career as a Bully

     By the age of ten I had attained the height and weight I had when I graduated from high school, 5' 10'' and a chubby 175  pounds.  I discovered at that age that I was able to hold down my little chums until they hollered uncle.  Much like many leaders and armies throughout history, I found superior force a great way to have my way.  Fortunately for my future as a kind hearted champion of the downtrodden, my chums grew larger, stronger and swifter.  I remained fat and uncoordinated, and my bullying continued.  My reign of terror ended my freshman year.  I tried out for baseball and made the team.  Actually, the high school was so small that everyone who tried out made the team.  By the end of my first year as second string left fielder, playing only if  if the other starting outfielders were needed elsewhere, I quit to pursue academic success.  Things went better, and I was often third in the courses offered college bound students- those who weren't in Ag or Home Ec. 

      One day in the lunch line I attempted to regain my fame by pushing a freshman who was smaller than me and not on any athletic team because he had to catch the bus back to the farm to do his chores.  I had been taunting him for sometime hoping to start a fight and regain my fame.  My intended victim was evidently tired of badgering tha day, and he turned around and slugged me.  I discovered then that a blow to the head does cause one to see stars.  I cried like the sissy that I was and resolved to try some other role model in the future.