Take them to a boxing gym.
Good reply, 58318. I did not knock my brother off of his feet with that blow to the chin, or injure him.
But, if I had done so, having him fall on his read end onto a hard floor only covered with a carpet might have caused an injury.
I'm sure at a boxing gym, they would have mats, and, other safety equipment, as well as instructors, who would teach us how to box, which I find totally incomprehensible that my father gave me and my brother not one single word of instruction on how to box, especially since he was said to have been such an enthusiastic boxer himself.
I suppose the trainers at the boxing gym would have known whether a 5 year old and a seven going on eight year old brother, were too young to do boxing safely, and might have told us to come back in a few more years.
Because this experience has haunted me so, I have re-lived that scene in our home over and over again, and have before starting this thread, done some reading on children boxing, and the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that children should not do boxing.
I don't remember if they said boxing was OK for adolescents, and gave any specific age at which it would be OK or whether that organization would advise against boxing for people of any age?
Looking over old local newspapers, way back in the early 1950s, one local high school had a boxing team, with photos and written reports on the boxing matches, although I can't think of any such reports in the sports sections of the newspapers in later years, up to the present.
Could boxing have eventually been decided to be too dangerous for high school students?
And, I mentioned my father as boxing in college, his photo with the boxing team in his yearbook.
Do any colleges still have boxing teams?
I'm glad that I revived this thread, and am getting good response.
That fiasco of the aborted boxing match between me and my brother has been a Defining Moment in my life, because it gets right down to the matter of Who Can You Trust?
Recently I went to the funeral of a middle aged Special Olympics athlete (no boxing as far as I know), and the final hymn was "Trust and Obey."
Well, in my case, I obeyed my parents, and did what they told me to do, but I didn't really trust them in telling me that my brother and I could not hurt each other doing boxing if we wore boxing gloves, because the gloves protected us. I wanted to trust that what they told me was true, since they were much older than me and my brother and knew so much more than we did, but I didn't really trust them, although I did obey them when they put the boxing gloves on us, and told us to start boxing.