It seemed that my brother and I were always fighting in the back seat, and there was never any real reason for it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I played 'Survivor', I sat back many times and marveled that no one had gotten into a real physical altercation. With all the backbiting, lies, and lack of food, a fight didn't sound far off base, considering the strained and fragile emotions.
I saw my brother have an altercation one time. He hit a guy with a left hook to the body and a right hand to the chin. He not only knocked the guy out, but out of wind. That stuck with me. It scared me.
When I was a kid, I had to fight for everything.
My father was both the person who gave me reason to learn how to fight and the one who taught me the basics of fighting. He would tell me that if it was a big fight, it would probably be uneven, it wouldn't be fair.
If you fight back and get hit, it hurts a little while; if you don't fight back it hurts forever.
I've never been in a fight, not even while in college.
Me and my brother just used to fight all the time; then my sister came along, and it was all about the little girl in the house. We'd always eat dinner together as a family.
I get in fights with my sister all the time. She comes on the road with me and we fight - like sisters do.
My mother and father didn't love each other, so they were always fighting.
My sister and I fought a lot when we were kids. I was the little bratty sister, and she would kind of walk away, not wanting to be associated with me.