The stairway to hell......
You got into a lot of fights as a kid, mainly on the way home from school, to you it was fun, it was all a game. One fight you remember well, about seven years ago, it was round the corner from the local magistrate's court and the local lolly pop lady got involved. You had started the fight, by calling a young lad a 'fat dick head' and immediately after the gobbing off you were on the floor being hit, sporting a blood nose. She waded in, screamed at the top of her voice and used her 'lolly pop' to push the lad off you.
The next day you and your attacker were stood in front of your headmistress being reamed for bringing the school into disrepute, the lolly pop lady had reported you to the school reception by name and demanded you be disciplined. What you remember most about the incident was that when asked who started the fight, your adversary refused to say it was you. He took the blame alongside you, and didn't complain about it.
The above wouldn't happen in the present day though, your attacker would have ended up in a Police cell having been charged with murder, and you would have ended up in a morgue somewhere, stone cold.