It was one of my best friends. We were raised in the same neighborhood, and we were the same age. He knew my family and I knew his. I often was invited to his house to have breakfast or dinner, and we played marbles, soccer, hide and seek with a bunch of other kids.
At the age of 8 or 9 he began beating me, and this lasted for a few months, until I had to break his mouth!
Encouraged by my mother who knew about this occurrence, me and other kids plus my friend went to the park where we resolved the problem.
After this problem was settled, we became more closely related as friends, and I was welcome at his house as he was welcome at mine. We grew older and joyfully remembered the incident.