I was one of those who was a little slow when it came to physically maturing.
I was a short - arse with a baby face & looked quite a few years younger than my actual age.
So i copped a fair bit of teasing & bullying as I approached puberty which was a blessing in disguise as I quickly worked out that if I didn't learn how to handle myself, I would be picked on for the rest of my life.
My mother abhored violence of any kind & refused to allow our father to tell us about his time in the army.
It was only after he had passed that we became aware of his boxing prowess when we came across a box that had been hidden away at the back of a closest.
It contained trophies, awards & several articles about the championships that he had won while representing his division during his time in the army although his boxing career was quite short as after sufferring a schrapnel wound to his back, he never boxed again.
I remember going to bed that night feeling very proud, my dad was a war hero, my dad was a champion boxer, my dad...isn't here.
I silently cursed him, how could you leave me when i am so young, how can you not be here for me at a time when i need you so much, i cried myself to sleep.
I had my first serious fist fight when i was in grade six.
It was against a much bigger boy from grade 7 & of course it was over a girl.
I am sure that i have told that story before & i only raise it again because it is only now that i think that maybe dad was with me that day.
Imagine my delight when the following year, our footy coach ( who just happened to be my teacher from grade 6 ) took me aside after training one afternoon.
He explained that he was involved in opening a new youth club that involved all sorts of activities as well as boxing training.
Because you are the captain of the football team, i would really appreciate it if you would come along in the hope that it will encourage other kids to join, there will be no charge & i will train you personally.
Oh Mr. Bowman, i would really love to but even though it will be free i don't think that my mother would ever allow it.
Don't you worry about your mother, i'll have a talk to her.
Sure enough, the very next Monday afternoon, I was allowed to go to boxing training at the youth club.
One afternoon a week soon turned into 3 then into 5 & that was on top of footy training which was 3 nights a week, my only days off were Saturday which was when we played footy & Sundays & i loved every minute of it.
After just a few weeks Mr. Bowman took me aside, Les, i am really pleased with your committment & progress, you are a natural, you are beating everyone in your weight division with ease & you are even outclassing most of the boys in the higher weight divisions so i would like to enter you into a competition called " Golden Gloves " that is coming up in the next few months, that will put you up against the very best from throughout the state.
Naturally i acceppted the challenge & trained harder than ever.
I couldn't believe it when i heard the news that Mr. Bowman had suddenly died from tumours on his brain.
He was the fittest man that i ever knew, always ate the right food, never smoked, never drank, he would jog 5 miles to & from school every day & was probably the best allround sportsman that this town had ever seen.
I never did find out how Mr. Bowman had convinced my mother to allow me to do the boxing training but after his death, despite offers from other coaches, i was never allowed to continue & soon drifted back into my bad habits.
Anyway, i digress , the teasing continued about my lack of facial hair & i was into my late teens before i could actually grow enough bum fluff to feign a genuine shave, even to this day i can get away with shaving 3 or 4 times a week & find it impossible to grow a beard.
I do think that i have had the last laugh because just shaving 3 or 4 times a week is painful enough so i really do empathise will those fellows who have to shave twice a day but i must admit that i am also envious of people who can can grow a glorious full beard like TRex.