me, the daring tomboy

I obtained my second scar when I was seven years old. My mom was still in her training college, and it was decided that would be better for me to stay with my grandparents. Which I absolutely loved, since they doted on me! Growing up as a pampered and favorite child/grandchild had its benefits. I gained my self confidence-a lot of it!-added with a healthy dose of arrogance.

So, after moving in with my grandparents, I was enrolled into a new school. Although I was a happy kid, I was still a bit of a loner. In fact, I don’t remember making any friends in that new school.

After a few days, a boy provoked my temper by doing something silly—which I can’t remember what—but as a result, I challenged him to a fight during recess at the school playground. Yup, I challenged him. I think the reason I did that was because growing up, my best, and only friend, was my cousin brother who is only a few months older than me, and we usually settled out differences by indulging in some extra-light weight boxing.

During recess, we had fists, arms, legs and feet fight. LOL. I remember sand, people cheering, blows being thrown…and the sudden appearance of our class teacher. By that time, I had managed to secure myself an impressive sized cut on my right knee. Although I thought I was a good fighter, I was just a skinny little gal trying to macho it up. I don`t remember if the boy was hurt, or not. But I am sure he didn’t have any cuts that bled because I was one who was taken to see the school nurse and given a lollipop while he had to stand in a corner of our classroom for the entire day. Ha!

That episode gave me some popularity among the students in my standard, and I was soon known as “the girl to be reckoned with”. It did not gain me any wonderful friendships though—but that might have been because I was not looking for it :)