I come from a long line of rough houser. When I was a kid I'd wrestle with my little girl and boy friends. Under water was the best. My sister once clobbered me and gave me a bloody nose. At least that is how she tells the story. As I got older, I wrestled less and got more fearful. Instead of blows, I got teased and bullied. I didn't make a wise crack back...I would cry.
Now I want to learn how to take the blows that life dishes out...mainly emotional and physical. I am starting to rough house again. I am getting out again and learning how to weave away from danger. Also I am learning to recover quickly and bounce back into action. It feels great to let my Dragon out. RRRRRRRHHHHGGGGGGG!!!
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