I was bullied pretty badly by an older lad and his friends, his name was Stuart. He was 4 years older than me and this was when I was about 8. I was targeted every morning and afternoon and it made my life miserable, to the point where I started misbehaving just to get myself thrown out of school. I'd never have told anyone, too frightened. I was eventually thrown out, for stealing, which I've never done since.
My parents sent me to a private day school but I would still occasionally get kicked about as I was still living in the same village.
Then age 13 I started at boarding school and it all stopped. Well, there was institutional bullying but at least there were rules of some sort, though it could get very nasty.
Years later I popped into our local video shop. The young man behind the counter was the bully. Grown up but painfully, painfully thin and quietly spoken. I don't know if he recognised me but I knew instinctively that something wasn't right and I just felt sorry for him. I found out that he had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. He was still young, only 20.
Some bad children turn into worse adults. Some don't. There were others, all of the names I remember and many of the incidents. I just hope they've become better adults.