The only time I remember ever hitting someone else in anger was my sister, and I only did it because she egged me on (Me: "Sometimes, you make me so mad, I could just hit you!!" Her: "Fine, right here, right here." ::points at her cheek:: Me: "Fine!" ::smack!:: ::followed by me running away to my bedroom as fast as I could run::)

I can't think of any reason why I wouldn't have been a target for bullying - I was small and weird, wore glasses since second grade and had a funny name - but I wasn't. Just lucky, I suppose.

It only happened to me a couple of times, but there came a point in school when someone would be taunting me, I would be standing there quietly watching them, then all of a sudden they were on the floor and my hand hurt. Honestly, I remember the incidents clearly, and the biggest impression is of how calm and peaceful I felt just before I smacked them. Oh, and the shock on all observers' faces. Fortunately I've learned to recognize that feeling of zen violence before it escalates, because grown-ups aren't supposed to simply punch people, darn it. Oh, and Hubby has learned to recognize the look on my face, though he claims he can hear the psychic alarm bells of me locking on a target and bringing weapons to bear.

There wasn't a lot of bullying in the Catholic schools I went to. Unless you count the nuns!

I got mocked. For being a spaz. Other crips thought I was weird for other reasons, entirely. In junior high school, my best friend and I got "outed".(We had one of those very intense "BFF" relationships that now I think *might* have been a little erotic, but we weren't really each other's girlfriend.) now, it's kind of funny, but it upset me then.

I moved just once as a kid, between sixth and seventh grade (my parents waited to let my sister graduate). I think that contributed somewhat to my roller-coaster on the bully scale. I had a bully when I was little; she would dig her fingernails into the backs of my hands. It only gotten noticed (and stopped cold) because I wasn`t able to hide the injuries during piano lessons. Yay for music!
 
But then I was a tomboy and used to fight later, so I was something of a bully myself in that context. There were two of us who were ringleaders of this more oe less consensual group that used to chase and fight during recess. We never got busted for it, but everyone else did.
 
I developed a reputation for being a prude (and I was kind of an ass about it) so the move came at the right time for me and I was able to reinvent myself at the new school. I played the social game there, made it to the top rung and was disappointed with the people and events. So I dropped out of that effort and it was rough for me for a while there.
 
But later years in high school found me with awesome friends, importantly including a boy kicked out of the city school for knifing someone. He scared everybody and we were buds so everyone left me alone.

What was Encyclopedia Brown's female friend's name? I wanted a female friend like her, who would beat up boys who picked on me....

Sally Kimball, tommy. Colin tried to get me to be that person for him, but honestly, I'd only take a bullet for him if he didn't solicit the projectile. He's a talented boy.

Sally Kimball.

Shortly after I moved, a boy stuck a sign on my back that said, "I can't help it if my butt smells."

I can't help it if this made me laugh out loud!