Funny story.
After school in eighth grade some kids from school and I were having a snowball fight. The snow wasn't really soft it was a more kind of icy. I packed a snowball and tossed it high up in the air towards this mexican kid and as he was packing a snowball he looked up, and it hit him square in the face. He got PISSED and started chasing me. This kid got in fights like every week at school. I was pretty fast and i sprinted all the way home, he gave up about halfway.
The next day at school was the day before winter break and i got to school (we would wait outside until the doors opened) and one of my friends came up to me and told me that the kid was looking for me and wanted to beat my ass. I tried to stay calm and went to go talk to a couple friends and he finally came up to me, bruised and cut from the snowball, and pushed my friends aside and punched me so hard i fell to the ground. Im pretty sure i got a concussion and i got surrounded by kids trying to help me get up.
After this he got expelled, moved to mexico for a couple years. When he came back he was in a gang and got arrested and put in jail for murder. I guess that would be my only fist fight, if that counts.
story on shooting if anyone is interested:
http://articles.chicagotribune.com/2012-09-04/news/ct-met-laundromat-shooting-0904-20120904_1_laundromat-padilla-shot-mother