Daily I cycled to school on a narrow cycle path. Daily the bigger boy came from the opposite end. Daily I got off the path to make way, him taking up all the space.
Daily, until that day: I refused and went straight. Straight into him.
As I lay there being punched and kicked, the world felt different.
The next day, and all days after that day: I kept on going straight, and he made way.
Some formative experiences are clear as they happen.