I know that I was always willing to defend myself or my position or my rights even if the other boy was a bit bigger. And not just to defend myself. I was willing to attack, too. If he was too big I would hit him and run. I don’t think I was brave; we just thought like that. It established pecking orders and settled disputes, even for boys as young as me. At first the vackies fought the village kids. When that calmed down and many vackies had returned home – quite a few simply became fourteen, left school and went home to work – so that we were outnumbered, we fought each other, God knows what about. I remember having a strolling casual fight with Alan Packham all the way home from school one day while his older brother Harold walked with us and looked on. We were evenly matched in age and size; we walked a bit, punched a bit, walked and skirmished, breathing heavily from emotion as much as exertion; it was inconclusive. When he reached his house, the district nurse’s house across the road, he went in and I walked the few yards to the Court.
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