The Villain Of The Story

If I could confront anyone from my past, it might be one of the bullies who lived in my trailer park as a kid. He was a Jr. high school student who rode around with a couple of the older kids on his BMX bike. He would constantly ride up behind us, grab our backpacks while he rode and drag us out onto the gravel. He'd do all sort of nasty things as he rode past you, like kick you in the back of the knee, or pelt you with a fist full of gravel. To this day I wish I had shoved a stick in his spokes and pummeled his face, and I'd love the chance to go back and do it, if that doesn't seem too petty.