My little brother...
We went through this same routine daily for years.
Would walk home from school EVERY DAY with my little bro because "mom said to".
It wasn't because he needed protection. I was protecting everyone FROM HIM.
Scrappy little guy would take on three 6th-graders when he was in 3rd.
He wore corrective shoes and KNEW how to use them...It hurts to get kicked with them.
Every day we'd get to the fence that separates the neighbors yard from ours. I'd yell at my little bro, "I'll race ya", and take off for the back door. My "protection ends HERE!". The funny part is Brian would run along waving his arm yelling, "I'm not racing"...I'd say, "but you're still a loser".
Every single day we did this.
I've heard that it's incredibly stupid to fuck around with a crazy man's head.