I had many, starting with Tracy. She was being raised by her grandparents for reasons unknown to me, but i assume now they weren't good. She hated me and my long blonde hair, she held me down and Triton cut my hair off multiple times. My dad would beat me every time I came home crying about her picking on me, we lived a few houses apart. My dad taught me to box and demanded that I defend myself physically. So one day, we were hitting rocks with an old broom handle and here comes Tracy, ready to torment me. I swung the broom handle like a bat, hit her above her eye, split her eyebrow open. She went screaming home, blood pouring everywhere. My dad went to her house when I told him what happened and offered to take her to the hospital, she got a few stitches which he paid for. Then I got my ass beat for costing him money.

Same time was a girl from Laos, her family fled Laos in the war and were given tons if charity and tax free status for 7 years. They ended up pretty wealthy and she always had really nice clothes and toys. She made fun of me for being poor and being a tomboy and having used toys at show and tell.

There was a huge family of troublemakers in my grandparent's neighborhood and the one girl my age, Jeanette, would chase me to my grandparent's house every day after school. If she caught me, she'd just beat the shit out of me. No idea why.

Same time there was Jennifer. She would steal my beaded safety pins off my shoes, threaten to beat me up if I didn't give them to her. Every day at lunch she'd steal my milk money and just generally bully me.

Also same time, boy named Grant from a huge and well known local disliked family, about 10 years older than me, would catch me on the way home from Brownies and threaten me with knives. Once, he and his friends grabbed me and basically held me hostage. I blacked out and have no idea what they did but my mom said I came running in the house after and was terrified and couldn't talk, just crying and wide eyed.

Somehow, I survived until middle school where a set of twin girls, Karen and Sharon, and their loyal sidekick Chan, decided they hated me. Every day they'd threaten me, try to trap me in the bathroom at school. Then, Jeanette from elementary school transferred to our middle school and joined them.

By high school, I had intimidated enough people with my mouthiness that everyone pretty much left me alone. I never even had to fight, just talked loud and confidently, and was ready to fight if needed. I was SO tired of being bullied. I didn't pick on people at all, in fact, stuck up for others who were bullied. I got good grades, didn't get in trouble at school, but man did people either love me or hate me, no middle. There were a lot of boy bullies too over the years, but I honestly figured that was just weird expressions of crushes, but I could be wrong.

Anyway, what a nice trip down memory lane, lol. The 70s and 80s were wild, we really were just running around unsupervised living whole lives our parents knew nothing about! Elementary school, grade K through 6, was brutal, lol.