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I told my kindergarten teacher about the pony. One day my
Mother was amazed to see my entire kindergarten class walk past the
kitchen window on the way to see the pony in our garage. I had said
that each kid could have a ride on the pony. Mother didn’t know how to
saddle or bridle the pony, but fortunately Miss Fox had lived on a farm
and knew how to do both, so each kid got a ride.
I was very unhappy for several months while in the sixth grade.
“Bud” Spencer had moved into our Ward and school. For reasons un-
known to me he took a dislike to me and converted a friend of mine,
Arlo Fitt, to annoy me at every opportunity. For example, they would
walk behind me as I went from one classroom to another in school and
would kick one of my feet as I was walking, so I would stumble awk-
wardly. Outside the school, they once pulled a stunt of one boy getting
on his hands and knees behind me whereupon the other boy would ap-
proach me and suddenly push me in the chest so that I fell over back-
ward. It hurt, and I looked stupid to the other kids around. As anyone
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was between Bud Spencer and me. He was short, well-built and a very
fast runner. I was a tall string bean and had no experience in pulling
dirty tricks. As a result, these two boys, with Bud Spencer as the usual
mouthpiece, made my life miserable for months.
Bud Spencer repeatedly threatened that these two boys would
beat me up after school. One day, after school had ended and we had
crossed the street towards home, they cornered me and were going to
beat me up. I was furious as a result of their repeated harassments. I
ignored Arlo Fitt and I plunged right into Spencer, pounding him for all
I was worth. Soon it was evident that I was easily the victor, and other
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day he told me he wanted to be my friend again. I told him I didn’t need
that kind of friend. Bud Spencer never bothered me again.
I learned from the incident:

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