Definition: Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, generate a suitable title that describes the main event/root cause of the situation. Imagine that the given text is a social media post, and you have to write the title of the post, so the users can decide to read the main text or not.
Input: Throwaway because my coworkers browse reddit

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Backstory: In middle school I was a smaller kid, and my family wasn't well off to boot although my parents were always able to provide for me and have a roof over my head. At one point, the big thing at school was RipStiks. All the cool kids had one and if you didn't have one you were lame. Since my family wasn't really well off, I never got one even though I constantly asked for one, which is totally fine. However since I didn't get one I was always tormented, and I remember one particularly bad experience with the cool kids riding them they would go in circles around me and then one by one the bigger kids would rush at me on their boards and push me around. It was a pretty traumatic experience at the time. Which leads me to now.

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I walk a few miles to and from work, and in the middle of my journey is a park with grass and a bit of a skater area. A few days ago there were these two kids riding around on ripstiks and I got kinda nostalgic and looked at them for a second. I then turned and kept walking, but the kids took it badly that I was there for some reason. One of the kids started skating towards me and circling around me saying stuff like "What the hell are you looking at old man?". At one point he skated a little too close and I freaked out, reliving my traumatic experience in middle school and I pushed him off his board and he landed in the grass. Then I picked up his board and smashed it a few times against the sidewalk, and it broke into pieces. I saw the kid about to start crying so I ran the rest of the way home hoping he would forget what I look like. 

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Seeing them ride around made me want to live the childhood experience I lost out on, so I ended up buying a ripstik of my own from walmart so I could maybe ride it to work. It ended up being harder than expected to ride so I kind of tossed that idea, but when I was telling my coworker about my new board he asked why I bought it and I told him the story above, and he called me a fucking asshole. He wouldn't let up even though I explained that I have some childhood bully trauma and those kids reminded me of it, so I'm here asking if you guys think I was justified in what I did. 

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breaking a kid's RipStik