I grew up in Albany, NY. A while back my nephew mentioned that his dad, my brother, told him it was a rough neighborhood. I was the baby in the family of two older brothers. My one brother was a scrapper, the other one a pacifist really. My father was never around. Albany is a port city believe it or not, our working-class neighborhood had a few moms with kids always waiting for their husbands to return from the sea trades. I was always getting bullied; probably from not having a father. First black eye I ever got was from a smaller kid; that knew some basics of boxing. That sucked. Other kids bullied me because they could. To this day I think about looking a couple of them up, show up at their house, and BAM, sucker punch them
"Remember me from 1965?" hahahaha not a good idea.
I've mentioned here many times, those were the days. Totally true about having to come in when the street lights came on. Those city streets were our playground. Hide-n-seek, head on tackle, riding our Schwinn Stingrays all day, blowing up our model cars on the 4th, skateboards with metal roller-skate wheels, sledding at a hilly area in the heavy Albany winters, flying kites at the local field..
I remember asking about one kid; why he wasn't coming out to play. The other kids told me, he got his eye put out when his brother flung an LP record across the room... his mom became over-protective after that I guess.
I had a drawn-out incident at the age of 54 with a local bully, work related. I finally confronted him explosively at a customer's front yard when the guy was continuing to hassle me. I was hopping mad hahahahha. The guy backed off since then, I see him around frequently. Older guy but pretty tough. This happened after I automatically tolerated several incidents of disrespect from the guy.
Ya gotta try to keep a balance I guess.