There was always the one kid that was a dick or something like that in school.
Sometimes I was the bully in a way and sometimes others were to me.
For example, there was this kid in my class that was a hopeless nerd, coke bottle glasses, zits-galore, squeaky voice, etc...
I just couldn't stand him for no other reason that he annoyed me just by existing, it was a blind dislike really.
I used to give him a hard time or pick on him here and there but nothing serious, never stole money from him or anything, more just made fun of him, etc..
One day he decided to stand up to the bully (me) and made some smartass remark to me under his breath, which I heard and said "WTF did you say!??!!" and he panicked and went to run away but I did a quick step towards him and jabbed him in the back of his head as he turned to run, his face popped upward and a earsplitting squeaky sqeal of "aahahhh" (think the sound of geese as they fly) came out of him.
Mind you we were in a sea of fellow students between classes when all this happened and the laughter erupted.
But what I came to realize at that moment was that I had hurt him more by the embarrassment of everyone laughing at his pathetic squeaky squeal than anything else.
After that day I guess you could say I had an epiphany and from them on I was actually kind to him, in time we were almost friends and I matured and learned a lot in the end.
But I've been on the other side of the coin in a more mild sense, but that's a story for another day...
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