The Importance of Anti-Resources

When I was a little boy, probably about seven. We had just come back from a trip back to England since we had emigrated in 57. There were a couple of boys there and they're kind of bullies and I was intimidated by them. And when I walked over, heard this screaming, she was hanging on for dear life. Her legs were horizontal and these two guys were spinning it as fast as they could trying to make her fall off. Something in me welled up. But I ran over, grabbed onto the merry ground which was, and I was alittle boy, dug my feet into the ground and skinned my elbows and everything and stopped it. That was a weird