Probably the worst time in my life was between the age of 8 and 12. Had a psychologically and physically abusive mother to contend with at home, and a very violent school to attend as well (did your middle school police officer frequently arrest pre-pubescent teens too?). I was attacked by a student that I never met when walking home; I won that fight, but that was the only one I did...and it still didn't stop him from throwing a sawblade at me afterwards. But I guess that's more violence than bullying. I don't recall being bullied by classmates or students really, but I was bullied a lot by my so-called friends during that age. They took my trust & kindness and abused it; they would laugh at my expense, pull cruel pranks on me, lie to me constantly, steal from me. One even specifically went out of his way just to watch me suffer. I still don't have many close attachments to any friends today, and I think I'll never have a "best friend" again. Anyway, it's no wonder that as an 8 year old I did try on multiple occasions to kill myself. I hated everything about that place, and I would never move back there for all the money in the world.