[Tennessee_Bob]

Sounds like my situation when I was in fifth grade. I was always getting picked on by the class bully, until we went on vacation in Montana. My cousin Larry had just returned from his second tour in Vietnam and announced "It's time you learn how to fight."

We went out in the backyard, took off my glasses, and he told me to "get ready to fight." I got my fists up, and he announces - "First rule - there's no such thing as a 'fair fight,'" and kicks me in the crotch. After I got up, he says "Lesson is over."

We go back to Colorado Springs, and first day back in school, the bully and his friends surround me. I take my glasses off, he gets his fists up, and I ask "Do you know the rules of fighting?" and kick him in the crotch. I put my glasses back on and walk home.

Never had another problem after that.

[MotleyGirl70]

Excellent!

[metesky]

Works every time.
;O)

[fuzzycat]

Yeah, the grammer school I went to was replete with white trash bullies. My brother and I were set upon every day.Finally one day I cold cocked the worst one right in the nose. His blood gushed from his nose and we were friends from that day on. Even went on to form a band after high school. And then there was the punk on the school bus. When I went back to his seat and got my knees on his chest and pummelled his face the crap ended. He was thrown off the bus. These two individuals learned an important lesson those days-small does not mean weak-especially if your father was a First Cavalry sargeant.

[N3WBI3]

I was a real gentle kid and got bullied all the time, I would report it to teachers and the only thing that happened was I got it worse the next time.

One day my mother said next time it happens fight back, try to take his head off. She knew I would still lose (I was a small kid) but she also knew the torture would stop when they saw I was not an easy mark. Sure enough a few days later someone tripped me walking off the bus, I got up jumped on the kid and started swinging. I walked away with a bloody nose (so did the other kid) and it never happened again.

As a side not my mother got called into school for a conference and when she told the principle that she told me to fight back the administrators jaw hit the floor "we don't do things that way", to which my mother said "well your way does not work".