I absolutely had my lunch money taken from me in 7th grade (first year of junior high school in a 7-9 school), by a ass-hat 9th grader who was at least a foot taller than me and already had a beard. I was totally non-violent, and didn't really understand how to stand up for myself. After having my lunch money taken from me at least three days in a row, I stood up for myself, and got my ass kicked, but that was the last time that shit-head took my money. Apparently just the act of defiance was enough to deter him. He picked on other kids after that, but left me alone. Real story, not cartoonish at all. That's how things really were in my dingy little upstate New York town in the 70s.
Did that experience change me ? absolutely !
Scar me for life ? No.
It was just another of life's lessons that every boy learned in those days. I am inclined to say, that's part of what's wrong in America today. Too many kids don't get real world lessons. They grow up so over-protected that when the most insignificant thing happens to them, they are mortally anquished, and need to run away to their "safe space" or some other bullshit, instead of learning that life is tough, sucking it up and getting on with it.