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Beat him us Tommy! Beat him up Tommy!
Thats what my dad yelled at my younger brother Tommy as he and I were having a childhood fight when I was a small child growing up in Phoenix. I don't remember what grade I was in. It had to be befor 6th grade because thats when we move to Scottsdale and got to go to the government schools. Maybe 4th grade sounds like a good number. You would figure a father would break up the fight instead of telling the younger son to beat up the older son. add the incident when me and tom had a fight in scottsdale and my dad automaticlly assumed i was wrong and beat me well punched me in the bathroom. well he gave me a dollar after punching me when he found out i didnt start the fligh. he never did punish tommy who started the fight. |