The first fight I'd ever been in, 2nd grade. This kid got me in a headlock and threw me to the ground, and since my dad always told me he didn't like fighting, I didn't try to fight back for fear of getting in trouble.
When I got home, though, my sister told my dad what happened, and my dad said that if anybody attacked me, I should defend myself. Well, the next day, the kid tried the same shit again...but this time while he was on top of me on the ground, I flipped both of us over and got on top of him and started punching him in the face.
In 8th grade, when I first got back from Greece, all the kids in my middle school used to make fun of me. One day, they were laughing at my shorts ('cause I guess they were shorter than what most kids here wore), and I just got mad so I got in this big black kid's face. He would've kicked my ass, but since I stood up for myself, we were cool after that.