Memoirs of my own childhood, dealing with bullies.

            Since that day there were other disputes in which Matt tried to jive my friends and me, but he never reverted to anything physical again. Anytime I stood up for someone else he would just revert to words and curses but that still would be enough of a liberation to help my friends get through it. Matt and I had our run-in’s in which I talked to teachers, councilors, and the like but none of them had done anything to resolve these problems. There are other routes I could’ve taken to resolve the disputes, but nothing had worked as quickly or efficiently as what I did on the playground. I don’t believe violence is the answer to all forms of disputes or whatnot, but it did provide a significant emotional event powerful enough to makes the bullies think twice.

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