Beginning in middle school, I was relentlessly made fun of, picked on, talked about, laughed at, embarrassed, called names, etc. And, if I couldn’t hold back some tears, that did it. I was in for a mess of trouble. Think I’d let a teacher know? No way!
Back in those days, bullying was the kid at the corner pocketing Opie’s lunch money, a big kid on the playground shoving some poor scrawny kid to the ground, or playing keep-away with a little girl’s doll.
These days, my life back then would be defined as a bullied kid. Today, it has evolved into a monster. I’m thankful there’s such a moving campaign against it now. I’d like to think there’s some kid out there who isn’t being treated as I was.
No one deserves it...