Yes, a neighborhood bully, he terrified me ever so often, mostly when I didn’t expect it, I was only 11yrs old when it began.one day hid behind a broken fence cradling a 2×4, well as he walked by I released my built up frustration from his abuse, at the time I had no idea the 2×4 had rusty nails in it, I then ran home and told my Mother,I remember her being very proud of me for fighting back,and he never bothered me again. It made me feel 10 times taller than he was.