Bully Incident: The Wooden Deck (1976)


It’s interesting to me to retell this story about my early run-in with Bob, who I would contact over 30 years later to discuss this and other incidents from my memories of being bullied. The most interesting part to me is that, as I talked more to Bob, he could not recall these stories or bullying me. While my memory is vivid, just the other day, he told me that, not only does he not recall this, his friends tell him he was always the one who would stick up for the bullying victim and didn’t like bullying. I thought that so interesting as I believe he may have both blocked my stories and maybe some of his early youth from his own life. I don’t doubt his belief as we all see things differently and quite possibly, Bob in later years, was the guy who stuck up for those being bullied. It may have just been a case of him changing his ways. ~Alan Eisenberg

Bullying Stories

The long road of constant bullying for me started in Spring of 1976 at Franklin Elementary School in Lexington, MA when I was about 8 years old.  I wasn’t a big kid and enjoyed being a bit of a dramatist and performer. I don’t recall not having friends, and always had someone to play with at the playground.

Our playground at Franklin was quite large for an elementary school and covered 3 sides of the school grounds. I recall there being adult teachers outside with us, but they were always chatting together on the steps.

Toward the back of the school yard, there was a very large wooden deck structure with multiple platforms to play on and a pole you could repel down. My friends and I loved to play on that and run around on it. It was in the back of the play yard in a wooded are.

One day…

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