My friends and I were afraid of this big kid in our neighborhood when we were in third and fourth grade. He was in my grade, and usually I was the biggest kid in my class, but he was bigger. I still remember his first and last name.

Anyway, he was always saying mean things to us, and we had seen him hit other kids. And now he was coming up on us and he had friends with him.

I was sick of his s***, and I picked up a bunch of snow, warmed it up to make it a hard snowball, and when he got close enough, I just hauled back and threw this snowball as hard as I could, and hit him right in the face!

I then thought, oh no, he’s gonna kill us now!

He stopped and started yelling, “You hit me!!” But he didn’t come after us. He just froze. His friends were staring at him, not knowing what to do.

We ran back to my house, shut the door, and started laughing!

You know what? He quit picking on us after that!