TL;DR I wanted to fight a friend turned bully for revenge. Didn't understand what humping was. He beat the shit out of me. Told his mom that he humped me and then kicked my ass. Mom lost her shit.

This happened when I was in grade six, but kind of starts back in grade three. I had a really good friend. As the years progressed, I became more of the teacher's pet student, while he went down the opposite path. This forced us apart.

This forced us so far apart that he began bullying me. Now, I admit that I was a little weak socially and so I considered things bullying that probably weren't really that bad for kids. Never the less, kid me thought that my best friend had stabbed me in the back and was trying to ruin my life. I eventually grew a strong hatred for him.

Finally grade six roles by. I had been taking karate lessons for about two years and decided that I had had enough of his shit. So throughout one day I told him that I wanted to fight him. I repeated this throughout the day until school ended and he confronted me. I had decided I didn't want to fight him anymore, but he started jumping up and down and threatening to hit me. Now let's go back to the part where I said I was socially weak. I didn't really know what humping was but I thought what he was doing was the act of humping. This is important for later. He then punched me twice while I fell to the ground.

I ran home crying and being the tattle tale I was immediately told my parents everything. They made me call his mom, who was on the line of being abusive, and explain the incident to his mother. I told her what I thought happened, which included me saying that he humped me and then beat the shit out of me. All I can hear over the phone is yelling and then crying. My ex-friend then picks up the phone in absolute tears and apologizes for everything he has ever done. He was absolutely devastated, but I didn't feel bad for him because I thought that he deserved it.

After that he never really bullied me again, but I matured and realized that what he did to me was never really that bad. I began to feel horrible about it because I initiated the whole thing. I eventually contacted him later on in life about it. We both kind of made peace and then never talked again. I still think about it to this day because I realize that he was one of the best friends I ever had.