I'm sure that everyone can remember a bully in their neighborhood. I know that there was one or maybe a few in mine when I was growing up. Those who we were not allowed to play with and especially those who we were definately not allowed to talk to. We had one right next door to us, he was older than I. My brothers and him hung around occasionally. Well, I thought he was a bully anyway but then again, he always picked on me.
I remember that him and my brothers used to do some mean things to me and I would guess it was just so I would get lost and leave the boys to their antics. Of course now I laugh about it just because I know that it was done out of love....harhar. I never much cared for this guy because he was always so mean to me. And he made my brothers do a couple of things to me that stand out.
One of which was them trying to get me to eat dogfood. I was pretty young when this happened and not really the brightest bulb on the tree...hmmm, some things never change do they. They said it tasted like chicken or some sort of tablefood and convinced me that they too had tried it. I don't recall how long it took them to finally get me to put a piece of it in my mouth but they accomplished this goal. And they laughed while I stood chewing away on this piece of food. Gosh, what a gullible person I was....and still am. Needless to say, the food wasn't as bad although it isn't something that I would have for dinner.
The next trick they tried to play on me was quite disgusting. One in which I was no idiot to, not this time anyway. We were walking around the yard and one of the three walked up to me and asked me if I wanted a tootsie roll. I said "Yeah!" of course until I saw what they had in their hand. A turd. And it certainly looked like a tootsie roll but it didn't have that shiny quality that a piece of candy has. It looked disgusting! But no matter, they still attempted to get me to eat it while they laughed. I may have been fooled one time but they were never able to get me again.
Now each time I have tootsie rolls lying around, I think of that. And that has been so since that day....thanks a lot bro's!
Now this bully, this was after my brothers had grown out of playing with this kid because they realized that he was kind of mean. He liked to use scare tactics and such...one was that he had lost his pet snake in the neighborhood somewhere. It was I think either a python or a boa but I remember him telling me that I better watch out for his snake because it will wrap itself around me and squeeze me to death. Of course I feared coming upon this snake for the rest of my days living in that house. That it would get in the sewer system and climb out the drain in the tub or worse, up through the toilet while I was going to the bathroom. Oh, this kid definately had my number.
There was a night that I was playing hide and seek or something with some of the other neighbor kids. I must have been 9 or 10, maybe even younger. Anyway, he had been lurking in his yard, poking around with sticks and watching us. He was above our childish games but he certainly had many of his own.
Well, I was running full speed around the back of one of the neighbors houses and all the sudden I was FLYING through the air before I realized what had happened. I landed on my stomach with my left hand underneath my stomach and a pain shot through my hand. This guy hid behind the house that I was running around and when he saw me coming he stuck out his foot and tripped me and stood over me laughing like a hyena! Until he realized that I couldn't move two of my fingers on my left hand and that I had gotten the wind knocked out of me. Then he got this apprehensive look on his face and asked me if I was ok.
I was not a happy girl. My hand hurt bad and for this weinie to do that, well, he got a piece of my mind. I looked at my hand and my pinky and ring finger were swelling up and quickly. The minute I started to run home, he disappeared like a poof of smoke. I wasn't crying but man did it hurt. At that moment, I wished I was a boy so I could have kicked some bully-butt!
I went home and ran it under cold water in the bathroom. I never told my mom what actually happened because I didn't want her to get angry, I just told her that I fell wrong on my hand and would be fine. I figured this kid knew that he had done something that he didn't mean to so his anguish in hurting me was enough for me. Besides, I had a game to play before it got dark out.
I wrapped my fingers up with tape really quick and went back out to play. Bully Boy was no where to be seen and that was probably best for him after I told all the kids I was playing with what happened.
After that day, he never bothered me again. I'm not sure why but it didn't matter, I was just happy that he didn't lurk whenever I was outside. He was a meanie.
I'm glad my brothers knew well enough to stay away from him. I saw him a few years back and the guy still looked the same and was really happy to see me. I jokingly told him that he was really mean to me as a kid and he visibly cowered back a little and got this look on his face, the one that I saw all those years ago. Perhaps he remembered what happened that day, or not. Maybe he had no idea what I was talking about but all the same, speaking to him as an adult was much more pleasant that when I was a little girl.
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