Being Brave or Fearless: Featured Question with Forrest
In your poem you mention ‘if you are brave and in the wood’; It makes me wonder, when you were a child, what was one of your scariest moments. Was there a time when you were not so brave? ~ Jenny
Jenny, I never thought of myself as being brave, but becoming fed-up can sometimes make me fearless. When I was about 14, a bully named Bo often harassed me and sometimes threw me to the ground. I really hated him but never fought back. He had twenty-pounds on me and could run faster.
One day I saw Bo coming when I was walking home from school. He said a cuss word about my mother and started kicking. I had had it with that guy and decided not to take it anymore. So I hit him on the jaw so hard he must have heard birds singing. I just stood there thinking he was going to kill me when he got up. When he did I shook my fist in his face and yelled, “Your mother wears overalls.” He started crying and ran home. That night his father called my father to tell what a bully I was. We both laughed. Maybe that day I took my first big step toward being braver.
But, Jenny, when has there been a time you were not so brave? And what about the readers? I would like to know. f
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