I retaliated against one of the kids who used to pick on me in middle school. He was looking through the window into another classroom. I walked up behind him grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face into the door. I walked away as he was holding his face. When school was over that day, he waited for me by the entrance. Right there we got in a fist fight as other parents just watched. It was many years ago so I can’t remember all the details. But I do remember having him on the ground with my foot on his chest. As I reached down to pinch his face, he threw 3 weak kicks barely enough to draw a little blood. I then picked him up and pinned him against the fence with my forearm against his neck. I held him there until he was about to lose consciousness then I released and threw him on the ground again. I picked up my backpack and started the 3 mike walk to my house Fast forward to high school and now there’s another kid who’s trying to mess with me. I didn’t fight back because I’m 6’1 and he’s 4’10. I figured he just had a Napoleon complex. One day before baseball practice starts, he throws his hands around my hips and tries for a takedown. I didn’t budge. At all. I leaned down, threw my hands around him and lifted him clean onto my shoulders. A few scenarios went through my head: I could jump up and let gravity damage his back. I could slam him down on his neck and back. I could’ve done it. I could’ve. He’s light, he’s annoyingly annoying, he’s a bully with a chip on his shoulder for no reason. I could destroy him and end his little reign of terror. But I didn’t. Instead I just threw him away from my and he landed on his side. Nothing more than a sore arm Sometime around the events of the above story, the same kid tries to mess with me during lunch. I was standing by a tree in the quad while listening to music. He gets the bright idea to pick up a snail and throw it at me while I’m wearing a new shirt. When I walk up to him and ask what his problem is, he gives me a chin check. It didn’t hurt, but for a moment I was stunned that he actually threw a punch. I snapped out of it and took a big step forward and threw a left punch that connected between his eyes. He went stumbling back and ran to the restroom yelling out that his vision was blurry and he couldn’t see. All the juniors and seniors in the area cheered and clapped for me. Some of them saw everything from the very beginning. Later that day his butt ugly sister confronted me about why I hit her brother. I told her straight up that I wouldn’t have punched him if he didn’t try to mess with me by throwing stuff at me