Let me paraphrase:
"We're all playing behind the house, right? Me and all those other kids. I'm supposed to have fun, right?
So, obviously, I forced that little kid to eat mud, because it was fun. I felt strong and powerfull, which was really thrilling.
He wanted to build sand castle of some other stupid thing, so I've showed him how we play there.
He should've been reasonable about it, because it was so much fun, but he wasn't and refused to move and let me sit on a bench, which was unconfortably located in plain view of our parents.
I've tried to reason with him, explaining that if he would not move, I will seek him and beat him on every occasion, but he was stubborn and refused.
So I waited and when he left our parents sight I kicked his a**.
What a moron. And we could've been friends."
Confessions of a bully, 9 y.o.
I bless the Solo option.