Kindergarden Bully

It was 1989 and I was having a rough time. Every day at recess I was chased down and beaten up by a bully named Duran Mclin and his gang of goons, and we had recess twice a day. I remember despondently complaining about my daily beatings to my parents over dinner and my dad looked at me and said “Son, next time he comes up to you, you tell him that your dad said to punch you in the nose.” And he held his fist up in front of his face and shook it. A wave of courage and delight swept over me. I couldn’t wait to go to school the next day. I had a brand new attitude. I had been given permission.
Sure enough, at first recess, I was surrounded by his goons. I didn’t run this time but stood my ground with fists clenched at my sides as Duran Mclin sauntered his way thru his gang and walked up to face me. I punched him in the nose as hard as I could. He limped away with blood running down his face, holding his nose, with a henchman on each side and the rest of the gang bringing up the rear as the procession made their way to the teachers to tattle-tale. I felt like a million bucks standing on the punish wall.