As I said my dad taught us to box and pretty much do what ever we needed to do to defend ourselves and my two sisters.He also told us “Don’t get mad, get even’’. I was a small kid too. I had one dude who used to like to beat me up. Outside school one day I snuck up behind him with a bat. I said “Hey stupid’’. He turned around and I clocked him in the head. He went down and stayed there for a few seconds. I thought I’d killed him. So I ran. No one saw this happen lucky for me but that kid never bothered me again.
Well, I didn’t take a bat, and technically he broke his own chain. But the way the spectators saw it was him picking me up, bending over, and me walking away.
Of course it helps being Irish. “Where all the wars are merrie,” etc.