I was in a few while I was growing up. Usually with the same kid. This kid and his brother, whom we always hung around with, went to the local CYO (Catholic Youth Organization) and were into Karate. The older brother was a big pain in the butt and also a cryer when he got hurt.
One day I guess he must have been showing off or something and we got into a little skirmish. He came running at me attempting some sort of flying kick. Well, a quick sidestep by me and an overhand right and I nailed him right in the neck! Ohmygod, I thought I killed him! LOL.
He went down, got up crying and then ran in the house. His father was standing at the door and saw the whole thing. His father was an alcoholic and decided to vent on me after that.
I think that was my last fight, at least I hope that was my last fight.