I'm private schooled at the moment, haven't been harassed since.
but when I was ten-ish and homeschooled, I was using the hose on the front of our house for some reason or another and saw Kevin, the neighborhood pub school jackass i smirked and pressed my thumb over the end of the hose to spray him a bit over range, it wasn't that bad, i intentionally didn't wet him almost at all.
but then he ran forward, grabbed the hose and soaked me through, him and his other pub school jackasses broke our trampoline the other day from all jumping on it at once, that is one of few nice things we had, and it only lasted a few days.
I snapped.
Yelled as loudly and deeply as a ten year old could, got a few good punches to the face, and chased his ass several doors over, he entered some random house, being more polite then him, i waited outside, wondering what the hell i was gonna do, when he came rocketing out the front door, chased him some more, got a few good hits in, but was called by a brother.
Regaining my composure, I walked home in a sad sort of way, because my Dad had a rep for being heavy handed {he punished rarely, but when he did, it was bad}, on coming home, my bro told me from the yell he had thought i had broke my arm or something, and when i met with dad, greatness happened.
he praised me {He's was a green beret over at west point}
Greatest. Dad. Ever.