One day, we were walking from the junior unit to the dining hall. I think it was around lunch time. As usual, our cabins were late getting up the hill. As we were walking up, a few kids were hanging back and you could tell something was about to happen.
As we moved closer to the group you could see two kids grappling in the dirt. It looked like a play fight, but after a couple seconds it started to get serious. These two kids were at each others throats almost every day and they finally came to blows.
Initially, my first reaction was to stop it, but then we just kind of waited. It was like a hockey fight, they just smacked each other around for about three minutes and got so tired they could hardly move. I think that was the best thing we could have done for those two kids, even though it kind of sounds harsh. They never fought again that summer - at least, as far as I know.
After, we went to lunch and everyone was like: "hehe, good fight."
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Was that Mike Delicata you're referring to? If so, whoever he pounded had it coming to him.
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