My luck, my first fist fight was at 9 or 10 years old against some older niggas that jumped me. My first adversity in the hood. Plus my first time to understand to be aware of your surroundings. Plus, I think I didn't really had a squad to roll with at this time. I started adapting to the hood between 10 or 11, but anyway, I was walking to the store, and cut across a field to use a shortcut. I didn't pay any mind of it, but about 8 dudes were walking towards me, and asked me what was my name, then they asked me again like I was lying. Then all of a sudden, one nigga stole me, then another stole me. Man!!!!! My little ass was trying to fight all them niggas. Their jump was weak because they didn't bruise me up. Around this time, my cousin was in the streets and I don't know how he found out but once he found out that I got jumped then them fools got their ass whoop.