Before you begin reading, this is not a very interesting story, but I believe it's somewhat related and I'd like to share it.

In elementary school I was kinda the jokster, I was probably the strongest kid in class and I would goof around a lot and get into trouble. I would fight with other guys, A LOT, and usually I would get the average trip to principals office and given the stern finger to "not do that".

Now this is the part that always felt really bitter when I look back at it.

I was on the bus stop waiting for the school bus to take me home, when one of the girls who ALWAYS has to be the center of attention and is obnoxiously whiny in her voice starts picking on me. Calling me stuff and getting in my face, so I take the palm of my hand, place in on her forehead and shove her away. All the girls are shocked but I don't really give it any thought. I take the bus home as usual etc. The next day on school I get called to principals office, and there is the girls fucking parents as well as mine. They had actually involved both parties parents for that incident. And the ENTIRE time I was told "You don't hit girls" although I never actually HIT her. It was probably the worst scolding for ANYTHING of the shit I did in elementary school, and that including hospitalizing a kid 4 year older than me because he stole my football. And hitting a kid in the head with a brick because he stole my bike and even throwing chairs and desks on teachers. But the second I put my hand on a girl.. All hell broke loose. Just looking back at that shit makes me so angry. I wish I could go back in time and be my own parent...

Sorry if this is the wrong place to post this, but I felt like I needed to let it out.

TL;DR I was a violent little shit, and would do seriously dangerous things to other guys, but the second I put my hand on a girl I was a "lost cause" and a "danger to the students".