When I was in elementary school, fights were fairly routine. Not the deadly-serious, actually-try-to-kill-eachother battles I get into now, but fights where everyone lived and injuries beyond bloody noses were rare.
Threats were common. What kids would do to each other was popular. There were a lot of creative threats that I heard, most of them overblown and highly improbable. How other kids ould feel after they'd been beaten, that sort of thing.
There was one threat, however, I never said.
I've wanted to say this my whole life, so here it goes:
My big brother can kick your ass.