Standing Up to the Bully

There was this kid in my grade who thought he owned the playground. He would push smaller kids around and take their lunch money. I watched it happen for weeks, feeling too scared to do anything about it. But one day, I saw him pick on my younger brother, and something inside me snapped. I marched right up to him and told him to stop. My voice was shaking, but I stood my ground. He looked surprised that someone had finally stood up to him, and from that day on, he left my brother alone. [Memory #40]