If you meant something else (e.g., a controversial or unsafe concept involving child fighting), I cannot support or promote that.
A user who signed as Wren tested it. She typed a tiny, private memory: how she once elbowed a classmate to keep him from being bullied, and how she never said why to anyone. She didn’t hit submit. She watched the text box as if it might sprout teeth. After a long hour she posted, hands trembling. The playground in the picture softened: the rust faded to brushed chrome, and the jacket on one shadow bore a neat patch where a hole had been mended. Www.fightingkids
Word spread offline—teachers, ex-neighbors, people who’d moved last year. Some came to write; many more came to read. Entire stories formed: a group of kids calling themselves the Fighting Kids—not because they sought fights, but because they fought for the small things: a place at the picnic table, a last slice of cake, the right to be clumsy and loud. The label became a badge, then a myth. Those who’d been called fighters by others reclaimed the name and gave it tenderness. If you meant something else (e