Last week, I experienced a first I never truly expected.
I grew up 'different.' I was bullied in grades 3 & 4, attacked by boys in alleys after school. Once with someone I considered a friend looking on. The bloodied lip I got that day changed me. I started to get 'sick' at school more often so I could walk home early. I didn't feel safe at recess. But that was decades ago, honestly after leaving that school I never truly felt bullied again because I had walls up high, a voice, and plenty of snarky comebacks to at least get me by until I could find somewhere, alone, for my sensitive heart to cry out.