I was around 10 years old when I became the victim of a crime. A few days earlier I had been given a lime-green water gun as gift. I wasn't allowed to spray anything or anyone in the apartment, so I was told to use it only at the park. The park was right beneath the building were I lived, so one day I went there to use the water gun for the first time.
After only a few minutes of using my water gun to spray some bushes near the building, I sensed trouble coming my way. A gang of five boys approached and encircled me. There were a little older than I was and their ragged clothes and filth made them intimidating.
"Can I see your gun?" asked one of them.
"You can see it well from there," I said.
I noticed the circle tightening and the faces becoming more menacing.
"I just want to see it," he said.
Although I was used to fighting bullies at school, I was outnumbered this time. I handed the water gun to the kid. He looked at it for a few seconds and then, in a flash, they all took off. I chased them briefly, but they crossed a very dangerous intersection, one that I was prohibited from crossing. Still, I felt really angry so I grabbed a rock I found nearby and threw in their direction. I hit the water gun thief in the ankle, and although I had lost my gun forever, I felt a bit vindicated.
Well I have to say your story is alot more courageous than mine would of been. I wasn't bullied often but Im definitely the kind of person who is more likely to act when seeing injustice happen to somebody I love more than if it was me.
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong of me that I'm glad you hit him with the rock?
ReplyDeleteShaun, I agree! I was glad too.
ReplyDeleteLol, thanks Shaun and Monica! And Angelo, yeah, I was always the shortest person in my class so I had to deal with my fair share of bullies. I did fight back though.
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