My Dad left the state at the age of two, I have no home memories of him.
In grade school, I had no concept of how to play baseball or football with the other guys. It sucked. I had a GREAT MOM....but.....!
Then in 5th grade I had a guy start bullying me, and I let him. That went on for two years or so and I was scared to death. It was all I ever thought about and I skipped classes many times. Still pisses me off 40 years after the fact!
One day after class, he cornered me. I was scared to death and in tears, no where to run! I was bawling my eyes out like a baby. Twisted his arm behind his back and ended up breaking the arm, all the while, I beat the shit out of his face. He was a bloody whimpering idiot when I finished. I did it out of TOTAL FEAR, and cried my heart out afterwards! I was not a tough guy, just scared.
After that, nobody at my school ever fucked with me again. I grew up that day and swore I would never get bullied again, and I haven't. I joined wrestling in junior high. That gave me an edge for any following street fights. Even if they could "out punch me", I would take them down to the ground and win the fight. I'm still a decent person and hate fighting. We should love one another and get along. It's just nice knowing, I'll whoop your ass if needed, but I would MUCH rather be your friend! My point of view.