When I was in elementary school, I was pretty brazen and outgoing. Though kids can be harsh to each other, I always stood up for myself without hesitation and thus never endured any type of childhood kid-on-kid crime angst in my later years. I didn't bully and I wasn't bullied- it was a perfect childhood existence. My Sister was a little different. She wasn't a doormat by any stretch of the imagination but she was easily intimidated so any playground insults flung her direction easily left her unarmed and defeated.
One particularly uneventful week, my Sister and I were swinging at the neighborhood park after school. Jocie (my sis) started crying telling me about her classmate who had been pestering her for a long time. She'd been shoving her and making a point to intimidate her while she was out at recess. A true-blue Bully. Instantly, my Sister mode ignited. No one was going to make my Sister cry and get away with it.
While I was thinking about how I could help Jocie fend off the attacker when we were in different grades in school, my Sister pointed to the North side of the park: the bully was coming.
I looked across the field and laid eyes on my brand, spankin', new enemy as Jocie sniffled on the swings. The girl was big. REALLY BIG. And I was 10 (so can you see where this is going?) And this girl had spent the entire week attacking my Sister to the point of tears. GAME ON.
"BOOM!" I shouted as her right foot hit the ground. "BOOM!" I shouted again as the left foot hit the ground. As she continued towards us ready to validate herself by devaluing my Sister, I kept the comments coming. "BOOM". Right foot. "BOOM". Left foot. She finally stopped and realized the correlation between her leg hitting the ground and my "BOOMS". Yes girlfriend, I'm talking to YOU.
"Yeah, you're starting an earthquake just by walking towards us so can you please stop? And also, you better leave my Sister alone. I come to the park with her every day after school so I'll always be here if you try something again."
With that... the unarmed Bully turned around and headed back to her house, never to spew verbal venom at my undeserving Sister again.
I know this story has an obvious hypocrisy as I was disrespecting someone myself BUT, it was purely defensive. I understand now in my maturity why this girl likely bullied but that was neither here nor there because... when this happened, I was 10. So while I would deter any child in my care from insulting others, I still do not regret insulting the Bully at the park that day the way I did. After all, if you're going to threaten someone to the point of tears, you better be prepared to deal with her 10-year-old little Sister on the playground that night.
What's a Bully story of yours? Were you one or did you fight one off? Do tell.