When I was seven, my five year old little brother was being bullied by three middle schoolers at the pool. I told the guys who were teasing him to back off, but they decided to push me into a pile of mud. So, I proceeded to beat the living crap out of them. I was rather small, so I hit most of them in the legs, save one guy who I hit right under the jaw. One of the guy's friends then threw a rather large stick at the back of my head. I just charged him, tackled him, and then beat on his face until his friends managed to pry me off of him. They quickly ran and told the life guard that I beat them up, which still confuses me to this very day why the life guard would believe that a second grade kid beat up three middle schoolers. This was back when had major anger issues. I probably wouldn't snap like that today. However, if someone were to bully any member of my family, they must not enjoy having an upper row of teeth.