Yes. And it hurt at the time sometimes physically and sometimes emotionally but it did not give me an excuse to lose my mind and want to kill whoever did it. I was punched many times and on many occasions by an older boy.. I knew the family well.He was the brother of my best friend. He did it when she was not around and then he would deny it. I was never pulverized but I had a few big knots on my arm. He was a bully and remained so throughout high school but he found someone else to be a victim. It did not work with me. I never let him see me cry and never let him know I was afraid. I don't know how I was able to muster up all of this courage because I was ten at the time. After my tenth year, I was no longer interesting as someone to punch.
I was also called names as my last name was not a common name in the tiny town I was living in so jokes were often made about it, silly poems made up to rhyme with it. I guess I didnt' react enough as it quit after a while. I partiuclarly remember it happening the year I was in sixth grade.
It did not happen at school so that was not an issue. I never told so that was on me. Someone who is a bully has a need to make someone else feel powerless, I beleive. They certainly have some unmet need in their lives and perhaps they witnessed it by someone in their immediate or extended family. That may not be the case though. I think (my opinion) that some people are just born with the mean gene and it has NOTHING to do with how they are raised. I could be wrong. I have been wrong once before.