Mr Ecuher Bully

I remember not saying anything back but I do remember that powerful feeling of pride that I carried with me the next couple of days. I stood up when I was being oppressed by someone who I had just met. I didn’t let a person do something I felt was wrong get away with it. I had acted on a situation, just as my parents had done in example their whole lives in front of me.
That day I wore a hat with a chinstrap and a light fall jacket that I always seemed to take off at some point before I returned home. That crisp autumn day, all of the neighbor kids went over to Mr. and Mrs. Ecuhers and brought along with them their rakes. Mr. Ecuher was a kind old man who had the biggest and oldest tree in the neighborhood. It was an ancient maple tree that looked like a sherbet popsicle when the leaves would change colors fading from red at the bottom, through orange, to yellow on top. Every year the neighborhood kids would go over to Mr. Ecuhers and make the biggest pile of leaves.
My best friend Griffin who lived directly behind me came too and brought with him his friend that he was having over from school. The kid looked like a bully at first sight. He had a big round head that sat atop a pair of
He was mean, he was ugly, and he was big. But he pushed a girl and that was something my parents made sure I understood. No matter what any of my sisters did to me, I was not to ever harm a girl. His nostrils were widened while he sniffed laughing at Mary on the ground. His big head was turning just when I reached him. I jumped up to his face, throwing all of my anger behind one punch. I struck gold! His nose started bleeding immediately. He fell to the ground cupping his face as blood leaked through his fingers. I could hear muffled sobs as he laid there weeping. He deserved worse even though. He made my best friend turn on me, ruined my fun when he tramped through the pile of leaves, and hurt my favorite niece