Oh dear yes. In a tiny village of about 50 houses where I was born I experienced bullying from three separate groups/individuals, two in the village the third there and also on the school bus every morning and night. First I sat up front to avoid that one, later just got louder and ended up appearing not to care, though I did, badly. That was mostly, I imagine, because my dad was the local minister and our big victorian manse was set half a mile uphill from the rest of the village which has implications for getting out and about when very young, hence the issues were mostly around 8-9 years at which point I was also experiencing abuse from another (older) source and had to keep the whole lot secret from my dad because he had a very quick temper and would have terrified me to let him know any of it after the first time he spotted me crying on the way from the bus to the house and nearly went charging off to see the bus bully's family til I stopped him from a sense of self preservation (likely escalation/recriminations next day).
A 4th fully emerged when I was in secondary year 4 and was related to puberty (zits, being fat, not having boobs, you name it) but that lasted only a few months fortunately as I had enough friends at that point and an extensive repertoire of comments to prove it was not affecting me
Had it in the last year or so at work too, after years of being fine in the workplace - the months of 2009-2010 when I had 3 sudden bereavements in the family over 6 months and was not entirely on form and folk started taking advantage of the weakness.
Had a few neighbour incidents too in a previous rented cottage - one neighbour came onto me while we were both very drunk one hogmanay and later turned very nasty out of fear I guess that I'd tell his girlfriend or out of guilt or maybe just because I didn't fancy him in the cold light of day..
Another was a neighbour and her dad at a field I had and spent most of my time at during that period - first they were very friendly but then started taking advantage and at one point where he decided to take a chainsaw to my hedge to "let light in" to their land/house, I dared to say not that they couldn't but that they might have had the courtesy to ask first, and from then I had threats to cut off my water supply (it was unmetered and originated at their steading as the land had previously been sold off), let stock out, and I got shouted at almost every day for months til I was a wreck and started avoiding times I knew he'd be there, no longer hanging around with the animals only going to feed and do specific things, and eventually I sold the land off which is a shame as I could have done with the extra acres now but decided life was too short.
And then I wonder why I suffer anxiety and social avoidance.. hmm