Thanks for writing this. I have my own version of your story. I grew up on the side of Seattle's Beacon Hill in the Catholic neighborhood just above George Town and had many experiences as the kid on the outside. Bullied often. Found routes to and from home that avoided the bullies, just like you. Often in fights that never ended well for me. I think I was twelve when I started boxing at the Y. I don't remember ever having a fight again. My boxing career didn't last more than a few months, but I speculate that I might have seemed more confident and perhaps less of an easy mark.
Thanks for writing this. I have my own version of your story. I grew up on the side of Seattle's Beacon Hill in the Catholic neighborhood just above George Town and had many experiences as the kid on the outside. Bullied often. Found routes to and from home that avoided the bullies, just like you. Often in fights that never ended well for me. I think I was twelve when I started boxing at the Y. I don't remember ever having a fight again. My boxing career didn't last more than a few months, but I speculate that I might have seemed more confident and perhaps less of an easy mark.