When I was bullied when I was young, my dad flew through the park like a man possesed, hurdled the fence and made the two kids eat about a pint of sand by pushing their faces into the ground. One hit me in the ear with a rock.
He then took a swing at one of the fathers. Never, ever seen my dad like that before or since. Not even 10% that mad.
I became good friends with one of them after that. The other, I have taken a few swings at him since.
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