This is actually a true story of me and my very first friend way back in 1st grade. Ken's name was actually Harold Malone, Harold and I instantly became best friends after I saw him getting beat up by two or three kids. I was young and really don't remember too much about the incident but my mother and my older brother Joe told me they saw me run, do a flip and jump on the bullies and chased them away. I was crazy and not afraid but it worked and believe it or not 55 years later Ken and I are sill friends. :)