Once, when I was like 15. i was sitting on the bus, and every day, one kid from the back of the bus would hit me in the head with his bookbag. One day, he had a plastic bag. I ripped it open, and threw his gym clothes and cd player out the window. He got off at my bus stop and pushed me into traffic. So i tackled him into the middle of the main road, broke his nose and walked home.

been in a few fights, never threw the first punch though. I generally got bullied around in middle school, I was what most would term a "nerd" at the time. Most of the time it was just verbal, but there was one incident where a big 8'th grader thought I deserved a beating, unfortunately for him, he never thought past the fact that I was a nerd and didn't think I'd know how to fight. I happened to have had a couple years of martial arts and, due to that, had no trouble dispensing with him. Since then, I've only gotten in the far and few between sorts of fights. I can proudly say; however, that even though I carry more than one form of personal defense (knive, pistol, etc.) I have never needed to pull them out in a fight, and yet I have still never "Lost" a fight.

Overall, I find that there are generally no real winners in a fight, only two idiots trying to look cool...

Tons of fights, haven't been in one in over 5 years though.

When I was younger, I got into fights pretty often. Most of the bloody ones happened between the ages of 13 and 15. After that, I totally chilled out. I became a pacifist.

Haven't gotten into a fight since. I think it's part of growing up.

Been in more than I can remember when I was a younger lad. I grew up in a hick logging town in Northern B.C., and there were three types of people. Bullies; those who got bullied and took it; and those who got bullied but wouldn't take it. I was the latter. :) Won a few, lost a few.

And I spent a couple of years working as a doorman at two clubs. Worst job I've ever had, but the cash was good. I'm not a huge guy - only about 5'11", and a pretty solid 215 pounds - but because I was much smaller than the other doormen, drunk idiots would try showing off by picking fights with me. That grew real old, real fast.

And aside from one silly altercation at my bachelor party, I haven't fought in years. Right about now, the only thing that would make me strike someone in anger is if something happened to my wife or my girls. Then all bets are off...