In the summer after 3rd grade I was on top of the world, I felt invincible. That summer got my first bloody nose. JC was a new kid that moved into our neighborhood and along with his cousin changed my life. Julio was a srapy uff westside kid. Julio and his cousin brought a different type of attitude to our neighborhood every game they played was very physical and with a very strong focus to win they had a determination to win at all cost. My friends and I played for fun. One day at the video store I don’t now why but I had enough of his attitude and decide to stand up and fight him. In the beginning I was in control but when he punched me in the nose I started to bleed and with the blood draining from my nose so was my courage. Some stop the fight and I ran crying. I could go home because if I did my siblings would mock me.