When I was a kid I hit another kid in the nose with a wooden block because he was picking on me and another boy who were trying to play peacefully with said blo

When I was a kid I hit another kid in the nose with a wooden block because he was picking on me and another boy who were trying to play peacefully with said blocks. I immediately regretted it to the point where it is one of the most vivid (and only) memories I have from that period (I was 4. it was pre-school) I think I meant to threaten him but instead gave him a bloody nose and sent him to the nurse. I distinctly remember (this said in my 35 year old voice, I doubt it was this clear a thought at 4) vowing to not use violence ever again to solve my problems. That said, the boy never picked on me or anyone around me again. There is no moral to this story.