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When was the day you realised that life was not a bed of Roses.
I was 11 years old when I bumped into this young lad the same age as me.
He called me names that I never knew existed, but knew they were not friendly words. It more than likely was the first time I ever experienced bullying.
He intimidated me. That was the summer of 78. On starting senior school that September I was horrified to find that he was attending the same school.
His name was Lee Clarke
I never got any more abuse from him in 5 school years but I kept my distance. He didn't hang with the toughest lads in our year, but was a bit of a loaner, I never liked him. There was something not right with him.
I was 11 years old when I bumped into this young lad the same age as me.
He called me names that I never knew existed, but knew they were not friendly words. It more than likely was the first time I ever experienced bullying.
He intimidated me. That was the summer of 78. On starting senior school that September I was horrified to find that he was attending the same school.
His name was Lee Clarke
I never got any more abuse from him in 5 school years but I kept my distance. He didn't hang with the toughest lads in our year, but was a bit of a loaner, I never liked him. There was something not right with him.
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