When I was in fourth grade I had a really bad experience with bullying. There was this fellow classmate who often stirred up trouble; the class clown if you will. I tried my best to ignore him as I was not a confrontational person, but it eventually led to my downfall. The teacher thought I would be the only one who wouldn't complain about his disturbances so he sat me next to him. It didn't take long for him to begin his usual shenanigans. It wasn't until we were both sent to run an errand for our teacher that he threatened me and started choking me in the hallway. When I look back on it now I'm still confused at what set him off. I think it affected me in a way that I will not let anyone touch me, ever.