In fifth grade I had a magical moment with my friend at soccer practice. It was winter and my friend and I were new to this soccer thing at a CFC arena. My friend and I were eager to make friends, but we were placed in different groups. When water break came around I looked for my friend, I hoped he had better luck getting to know the other kids. I saw that there was commotion on the field; it was my friend and another boy. I ran over and stood up for him. When I was done, the bully felt bad about my actions. I felt great and my friend did too. I was so happy that I put my fear aside. I knew what it meant to be bullied.
Adam, 11, USA