What Grandpa Taught Me About Self-Defense
I was 11 years old when another girl punched me. It was the first time any kid laid hands on me. But I’ll never forget the advice my Grandpa gave me that day when I told him what happened.I was riding the bus home from school, like any afternoon. Two girls I barely knew started chatting with me- one blonde and the other brunette. The blonde was quiet and kept to herself most of the time. She was never looking for trouble.The brunette, however, was a mean chatterbox. She was the kind of girl who...
