"Don't let me catch you. You'll be sorry!" That was my retort with a matching glare that could contend with a microwave oven in thawing a frozen meatball in seconds. Inside my head, "you're dead!". Coming from the mouth of a 10-year old holding a rather pointy tree branch to an aggressor a year his senior, my classmates who were in a safe distance behind me knew I was dead serious. My message was loud and clear. So, he ran so fast like his life depended on it. It was a triumphant day, indeed! It was eons ago but quite oddly, it's as if it just happened yesterday. It was the day!… the first time that I stood up against a BULLY!
