Take a Stand Against Bullying

It seems sort of odd that anyone should have tried to bully me. I was always the tallest and largest kid in grade school. The kid who bullied me was a shrimp. I was twice as large. But I did not like to fight; all I wanted was peace and quiet. And it seemed that this kid got my number because he called me names and tried to get me to fight daily.

This went on during third, fourth, fifth, and into sixth grade. One day in sixth grade, I had enough and knocked him on the ground and sat on him. Well, that fight was over because he couldn't get up. He didn't bother me the rest of the year.

Seventh grade, he started in on me again. Well, I guess my patience was at its end. I pushed him so hard that he flew across the room, knocking over several desks. We both got in trouble with the principal, and he never bothered me again.

Even though I was angry, I never actually threw a punch. I was big enough that if I hit him with my fist, he would likely have ended up in the hospital.