Show don't tell.

Shorty, ankle-biter, gnome, midget, hobbit, any short joke you can conjure up I assure you I've heard already. However, no other name-caller sticks out like my second-grade nemesis; Trent. 

     One time in particular that will be burned in my brain forever is when my adversary decided to chase me all over the playground saying he was going to squash me! Before I knew it I had been shoved in front of a kid on a swing with no time to react and sure enough the kid kicked me over onto the ground and I could barely breathe. I looked up and saw Trent laughing his head off at the incident. I wanted to scream at him as loud as I could, but I was too busy wheezing and trying to regain the ability to stand. By the time I could get up Trent was gone, and I was left with a giant bruise.

Ahoy there.

Welcome to my brain.
Feel free to read the inner-workings of my head.
Later.