Pushing Back
When I was just a little kid, like five years old, my cousin used to bully me. That day, I was wearing a nice dress, and my mom told me not to get it dirty. Well, I was playing with a kite outside when he pushed me over into a puddle of mud. I got in a lot of trouble, but my mom told me to do it back next time.
Unfortunately, the next time he bothered me was near some stairs. I pushed him, and he fell all the way to the bottom. He was fine and never bothered me again. I got in trouble again, but my mom also whispered in my ear, “Good job.”