i've done a lot of brave things, i'm one of those (though i hear that is also the sign of an abused child, they take risks because they don't view their own life/being alive as valuable or important. wow. i'll write four early ones.
i told off an audience while on stage as a little kid. (when i was a pro dancer as a little kid, i performed every winter in nyc. i had "fans" from other kids, and also from the gay community as my gay uncle used to like to show up with his entourage many of whom were gay of all sorts. they would applaud me like crazy and boo my ballet partner which is nasty no matter what in the arts, and this is nyc-pro. they should know better than to act like that. i think they also got a kick out of the fact that i would stop it all to yell at them. lol. i can't believe i did that.
i crossed racial lines at summer camp. i discovered black kids went to black swim and weren't allowed to go to swim when the rest of us did. so i took two black kids as my "buddy" during white swim (we were on a buddy system and the largest number of buddy you could have was two), and insisted they be allowed to swim with us when we went (which was the warmer part of the day). i also asked a few of my friends to do the same, one of whom had an older sister who was a cit (junior counsellor) who took a stand with us and brought black kids with her to white swim as well. i also showed up at black swim and went swimming with them. it caused a HUGE ruckus, and one of those lovely speeches that i have heard on and off my entire life: "off the record i agree with you. however, on the record you cannot do what you are doing..." and then they go off on you. in the end, black kids were allowed to swim when we swam and the camp "tried it" (multiracial swim) and it changed the rules for the first time in the camp's 65 year history. the camp considered themselves "liberal" just allowing blacks to attend their camp at all. a very tiny minority of blacks. the camp thought knowing/living with blacks in our own cabins and discovering people are people and skin/religion etc., means NOTHING, was healthy for us to learn this (they were right, actually, most of us ended up liberals and against racism). we grew as people from this knowledge. i did what i did because i felt it was outrageous, even as a little kid sensed this, because its discriminatory. i just didn't know the word "discriminatory" yet. how is it, "all for one and one for all" if some can and some can not? that's bulshit.
i broke into my friend's bedroom and got-out her and her baby brother from their extremely abusive mother and drunk of a father when their parents were on an abusive binge. since all doors were locked the parents weren't sure what happened. (they used to tie donna up and beat her when they were like this, and her brother was in a crib). i used to call for her at her house, when no one else would go up to her house, because they were afraid of her mother, who was worse than her father. he was only out of his tree, when he was drunk (which was often) the rest of the time he was friendly and loving. actually too loving toward her...her mother was physically and verbally abusive 100 percent of the time. i don't think her brother is even alive anymore, thanks to her parents.
i used to beat kids up that picked on kids that were much smaller than them. i knew karate and i used to like fighting as a kid. generally, all you had to do with that kind of thing was "show up" and they would back down or start whining that it has nothing to do with me so why show up at all? i was really looking for it some days...i'm lucky i'm alive. lol. but if something was going on the kids on my street would show up at my house to get me and bring me to wherever the person who was being picked on was to stop it. it worked for years.
i told off an audience while on stage as a little kid. (when i was a pro dancer as a little kid, i performed every winter in nyc. i had "fans" from other kids, and also from the gay community as my gay uncle used to like to show up with his entourage many of whom were gay of all sorts. they would applaud me like crazy and boo my ballet partner which is nasty no matter what in the arts, and this is nyc-pro. they should know better than to act like that. i think they also got a kick out of the fact that i would stop it all to yell at them. lol. i can't believe i did that.
i crossed racial lines at summer camp. i discovered black kids went to black swim and weren't allowed to go to swim when the rest of us did. so i took two black kids as my "buddy" during white swim (we were on a buddy system and the largest number of buddy you could have was two), and insisted they be allowed to swim with us when we went (which was the warmer part of the day). i also asked a few of my friends to do the same, one of whom had an older sister who was a cit (junior counsellor) who took a stand with us and brought black kids with her to white swim as well. i also showed up at black swim and went swimming with them. it caused a HUGE ruckus, and one of those lovely speeches that i have heard on and off my entire life: "off the record i agree with you. however, on the record you cannot do what you are doing..." and then they go off on you. in the end, black kids were allowed to swim when we swam and the camp "tried it" (multiracial swim) and it changed the rules for the first time in the camp's 65 year history. the camp considered themselves "liberal" just allowing blacks to attend their camp at all. a very tiny minority of blacks. the camp thought knowing/living with blacks in our own cabins and discovering people are people and skin/religion etc., means NOTHING, was healthy for us to learn this (they were right, actually, most of us ended up liberals and against racism). we grew as people from this knowledge. i did what i did because i felt it was outrageous, even as a little kid sensed this, because its discriminatory. i just didn't know the word "discriminatory" yet. how is it, "all for one and one for all" if some can and some can not? that's bulshit.
i broke into my friend's bedroom and got-out her and her baby brother from their extremely abusive mother and drunk of a father when their parents were on an abusive binge. since all doors were locked the parents weren't sure what happened. (they used to tie donna up and beat her when they were like this, and her brother was in a crib). i used to call for her at her house, when no one else would go up to her house, because they were afraid of her mother, who was worse than her father. he was only out of his tree, when he was drunk (which was often) the rest of the time he was friendly and loving. actually too loving toward her...her mother was physically and verbally abusive 100 percent of the time. i don't think her brother is even alive anymore, thanks to her parents.
i used to beat kids up that picked on kids that were much smaller than them. i knew karate and i used to like fighting as a kid. generally, all you had to do with that kind of thing was "show up" and they would back down or start whining that it has nothing to do with me so why show up at all? i was really looking for it some days...i'm lucky i'm alive. lol. but if something was going on the kids on my street would show up at my house to get me and bring me to wherever the person who was being picked on was to stop it. it worked for years.
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