Personal Experiences and Violence There Term Paper

What shocked me was that at first I did not recognize these two boys, but then realized that they were two of the neighborhood children that I saw each day. It was difficult for me to recognize these two faces behind the bestial masks of aggression that were vividly displayed before me.

I'm gonna kill you," one of boys snarled into the face of the other. I remember that his name was Tony and he was the kind red-haired boy who had helped me fix a puncture on my bike a few weeks ago. The other boy who had black hair, simply snarled and pushed back

The two were locked together in a struggle, tearing and grasping at each others shirts. "Yeah," said the black - haired boy" let's see you do it." This tussle seemed to go on forever until Tony suddenly stepped back and hit the black -haired boy hard in the nose. The blood jetted from the boy's face. I was so shocked by the sight and the amount of blood that I was sure that he was going to die. The shock galvanized me into action.Stop" I shouted," stop fighting." don't know where I got the courage to shout at these two older boys, who were in my eyes little more than dangerous and vicious animals. It was pure reflex and my high - pitched voice suddenly brought them back to their sense. "Why are you fighting like this," I asked hoarsely?

The worst part for me at that age was that my comfortable world of suburban bliss was shaken by what I had seen. The boys did not seem to have any answer to my question and in fact looked as if they could not find any real reason for their display of violence. Yet, even though there seemed to be no reason for the fight, the boy with the black hair turned to Tony and said. " I'll get you later." They turned and walked in different direction and my cozy world lay shattered in the wake of their meaningless….....