The Fight

Back in the day, as a youngster. My grandmother would take me and my brother to the j and j flee market. Their, we would look at all sorts of stuff, but the thing that really caught our attention was the knives. Every other weekend, me and my brother would get a new knife for each of us. One day me and my brother were in our room showing our neighbor our knife collections. My brother spots one in my collection and claims its his. Then, he takes it from my and puts it in his. Of course, I was not going to take this non sense so I took MY knife back. Then, he took it back and kept it in his hand. I told him if he didn't give me my knife back I was
going to take it from him. Quickly I lunged at him, at tried to swipe the knife away, in doing so I almost got cut. My neighbor takes the knife from my brother’s hand and says "Who ever really owns the knife, will fight for it. Theirs one little part I forgot to mention, my brother is three and a half years older than me and three times bigger than me. Although, I thought about not fighting, avoiding the situation would not get me my knife back. So, it began and I was in the cripplers cross face before you know it (That’s were the opposing person sits on your back and pulls your face back against your neck making it feel like your necks breaking). Within 20 to 30 seconds, I was out. He had my knife and it was all his. Still, I wouldn’t tolerate this nonsense, so, I went and told my daddy. Well, guess what he did? He took the knife and whipped the both of us for fighting. I haven’t seen that knife since, nor did our fight solve anything. That fight didn't really do anything to our relationship, we always fought.