Keep on going

Daily I cycled to school on a narrow cycle path. Daily the bigger boy came from the opposite end. Daily I got off the path to make way, him taking up all the space.

Daily, until that day: I refused and went straight. Straight into him.

As I lay there being punched and kicked, the world felt different.

The next day, and all days after that day: I kept on going straight, and he made way.

Some formative experiences are clear as they happen.