I was eleven and he was seven. He was picking on preschoolers and the adults didn't see it.
We were at a church picnic. I was the oldest kid there. I thought to myself;
"He's younger than you let a an adult handle it."
He was slick in his cruelty always knocking a kid over when no adult was looking.
I started to charge him several times but when I did he would make a noise. The adults would look his way and I would stop my attack.
He just kept knocking kids over and looking at me smiling as if to say I dare you to snitch.
The little kids ran crying to their mothers too afraid to tell what happened.
"Just slow down and don't play so rough."
One little boy walked past me and gave me a look that said it all. In his eyes were written; why don't you stop this?
I saw the Church Bully chase down a kid and hit him as hard as he could in the middle of the back knocking him to the ground. I ran towards the bully and he made a noise but I didn't care.
All the adults were looking at me chasing him down and hitting him in the middle of back.
The Church Bully fell to the ground crying louder than any of the preschoolers. He was still crying when his family left the picnic. I felt like a fool for playing his game and was embarrassed I hit him. Jesus wouldn't have hit him. The only thing that made me feel better was that some of the preschoolers smiled at me before they left with their parents.
When I got home my parents talked to me about what happened.
I never saw the boy that was the Church Bully, bully anyone again. We became friends and he started riding unicycles because I rode unicycles around town.
As an adult I'm a world class snitch. I don't care if you're a beggar or a billionaire if you hurt little kids you'll pay a price you can't imagine.