Slow, skinny, and an utter countryside coward: I lived in dread of nettles, spiders, and the very sound of a wasp. As a victim, I was beneath the dignity of the bullies in my year but fair game to the ones in the year below.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
From the age of about five to twelve I was very bad, a hideous little terror who beat people up. I was a member of the Rough Gang - we went around and terrorized all the pupils in school.
I was a bit of a coward when I was small. I was terribly frightened of the dark.
As a unique person, I was bullied badly as a teen.
I was the little kid growing up. I wasn't picked on because, honestly, I was fast, so I could run away from the bullies.
Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil, they were bullies, and they didn't know anything.
Bullies are always cowards at heart and may be credited with a pretty safe instinct in scenting their prey.
Basically, I was pretty ostracized in my hometown. Me and a few other guys were the town freaks- and there were many occasions when we were dodging getting beaten up ourselves.
I was bullied a lot as a kid.
I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.
In fact, my courage and my bravery at a young age was the thing I was bullied for, a kind of 'Who do you think you are?'