To this day project.When I was a kid, I used to think Pork chops and Karate chops were the same thing.
I thought they were both Pork chops.
And because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite, she let me keep doing it.
Not really a big deal.
But one day, before I realised that fat kids weren't designed to climb trees, I fell out of a tree, and bruised the right side of my body.
I didn't want to tell my grandmother about it because I was scared I'd get in trouble for playing somewhere I shouldn't have been.
A few days later, the gym teacher noticed the bruise and I got sent to the principal's office.
From there I was sent to another small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home.
I saw no reason to lie.
As far as I was concerned, life was pretty good.
I told her 'whenever I'm sad, my Grandmother gives me karate chops'.
This led to a full scale investigation, and I was removed from the house for three days, until they finally decide