In every lunch and dinner I've had in the last couple weeks the topic of the out-of-control state of bullying always seems to crop up. I've talked about it before. I know a little bit about what it feels like to be bullied. I was six and so was my bully. Looking back now I suspect she was raised thinking she was extra special, a superstar just like her parents and that she could get away with anything. I quietly took in the name calling. I said nothing to anyone when she carried me and threw me across the room. I quietly watched the teachers give in to her at my expense. One day I fought back. I told her she was adopted. Unfortunately for her, the whole world knew but her. I didn't use any physical force to hurt her but I knew by the look on her face that morning that she would have preferred a slap on the face or a yank on her ponytail. I wish I had never done it but she pushed me against the wall. Well, literally that morning up against the classroom door jamb she did but you know what I mean. Bullying in school, at home, in the playground, through social networking sites or anywhere else is a horrible, horrible thing for everyone.
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