Hey, so we're getting pretty close to present time; I'll have to start going off of stories that I hear or read about soon. The instance of bullying that I can recall, however, was in eighth grade. At the time, I didn't pay much attention to how others might feel in accordance to my friends' actions. We were so petty, snatching keys or pencils during lunch and giving them back before fifth period began. I thought it couldn't have hurt anyone, but as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. I've come to realize that sometimes the 'fake' hurt on their faces was real. It really opened my eyes because then I started thinking about how I would've felt if what had been done to them had been done to me. It's really tiring to keep telling people to stop time after time after time. No means No.