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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