Thursday, June 17, 2010

Fighting Fair--100 Words

As an elementary-age child, I was a runt.

I was the shortest kid on the playground.

The last chosen when teams were decided.

I was skinny.

I was a runt.

Because of my size, I became an easy target to get picked on.

The bigger kids would push and shove and make fun of me.

I took it, fearing what they’d do if I didn’t.

Finally, when I could take no more, I’d fight back. What I lacked in size, I made up in determination.

Some people would do well to remember that I still have fight left in me.

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