When my brother was getting bullied at the park.
At our old house, the park was RIGHT next to our backyard which had a pool in it. My siblings and I were nicknamed the "Cool Family" because we always invited people to play in our pool on hot days (with parent permission & swimsuits) and because we all LOVED popsicles, would have a lot of them and would sometimes share.
This repeat offender nicknamed Brick (because he legit tried to eat a brick once) who's actual name was Ben. He often tried to steal our popsicles or go into our pool by trying to unlock the locked gate to swim whenever he wanted/ But this one time, he tried to take my brother Henrys (who was 5 at the time) watermelon popsicle but my brother would not give it to him because he's 5 and it was his popsicle anyways. So Brick/Ben pushed him to the ground and laughed at him when he dropped his popsicle.
I. Saw. Red.
I ran over & shoved Brick/Ben away from my brother. He then got mad and starting shouting mean words at me and my brother, so without thinking I punched him square in the face! I got in trouble for punching him but from that day Brick/Ben didn't visit the park as much and if he did he left me and my family alone.
Brick/Ben and me are friends now! 10 years later and after he grew out of his bullying phase, (turns out his homelife wasn't the best either) we are actually a pretty good pair and good friends! He joined the football team, and to this day everyone calls him Brick XD
