This story happened when I was 8 years old. Me and my brother, also 8, where walking through the neighbourhood one afternoon and we decided to walk into a section under development with houses being built. I decided to climb to the top of a dirt pile nearly two stories tall with my brother milling around down the bottom. A group of three girls and one boy, maybe 16 or so years old, walked down the street and saw me and my brother derping around the dirt pile, so they approach us. The boy begins harassing us, eventually leading him to threaten, "I'm going to bash you both up." 

Now, eight year old me didn't know the first thing about self-defence, so I did the first thing my panic-driven brain thought of. I picked up a rock and threw it at him. The rock descended down in a graceful arc, but unfortunately it landed far too short to hit him... but as fate would have it, this rock happened to land on a flat piece of cement, which then promptly allowed it to be ricochetted upwards, recorrecting its trajectory towards this asshole. It hit him. In the nuts. He groaned and doubled over in front of these girls he was trying to act tough for.

And as awesome as I felt then, it didn't end here. My father, having heard the threats, came around a corner and saw this hormone-driven teenager threatening us. My dad approaches him and, in less than political terms, tells him to never come near me or my brother again.

So, if you are reading this, hormone boy, please comment below because I've always wondered what those girls thought of you afterwards.
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This story happened when I was 8 years old. Me and my brother, also 8, where walking through the neighbourhood one afternoon and we decided to walk into a section under development with houses being built. I decided to climb to the top of a dirt pile nearly two stories tall with my brother milling around down the bottom. A group of three girls and one boy, maybe 16 or so years old, walked down the street and saw me and my brother derping around the dirt pile, so they approach us. The boy begins harassing us, eventually leading him to threaten, "I'm going to bash you both up." 

Now, eight year old me didn't know the first thing about self-defence, so I did the first thing my panic-driven brain thought of. I picked up a rock and threw it at him. The rock descended down in a graceful arc, but unfortunately it landed far too short to hit him... but as fate would have it, this rock happened to land on a flat piece of cement, which then promptly allowed it to be ricochetted upwards, recorrecting its trajectory towards this asshole. It hit him. In the nuts. He groaned and doubled over in front of these girls he was trying to act tough for.

And as awesome as I felt then, it didn't end here. My father, having heard the threats, came around a corner and saw this hormone-driven teenager threatening us. My dad approaches him and, in less than political terms, tells him to never come near me or my brother again.

So, if you are reading this, hormone boy, please comment below because I've always wondered what those girls thought of you afterwards.
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I was 8 years old
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