Seeing and starting to watch this movie, I had a flash-back, I guess I would call it

Since my birthday was in Sept. just before the time school started every year I was smaller and less developed than most of the other children, but mostly I could hold my own physically in school. I went to a Private School for 7th grade, probably about 11, a Catholic School, though I am not Catholic. I learned about Catholics though.

I recall one experience that has haunted me all my life. It was at the end of our P.E. Physical Education class. This was not a rich or fully outfitted school so the students did not take showers after PE, and we would file into a shaded empty classroom and change out of and into our clothes for the period.

This one day we were changed back into our clothes and standing outside the room, when two boys had some kind of altercation. One kid was apparently trained in fighting, and a real jerk. I can't remember his name, but it was something like Joey Seamans, and he was kind of a short kid. The other I think was Jim Fitz-(something). For some reason Joey just picked a fight with Jim, who was a peaceful, nice-guy, kind of nerdy character who I liked but did not know well.

Joey went crazy, and started punching Jim over and over until Jim totally surprised and not fighting back fell to the ground at which point Joey kicked him repeatedly in the face, and broke his glasses as well. I was starting straight at this and saw the whole thing, I never say anyone behave like that before, or really since, in my life.

But I was a kid and no one else seemed to see this at all. I wanted to do something, but I did not want to get kicked in the face, and this was ... decades ago. If I could do it over again I would do something, but I had no idea ... this just did not fit into my reality at all. No one said a damn thing, and neither I nor anyone else did not even go get a teacher, or yell for help or anything. I completely shocked. And the weird thing was that there were boys all around what was an outside hall, and no one said or even looked at this.

I've hated that kid Joey ever since that moment, and I've wished I could find him and tell him so, and to find Jim and apologize to him for doing nothing.

To this very day that experience gives me the creeps. It is like PTSD, and I was not really even involved. Why would someone do something like that to another person - who really did nothing to start the fight? It is sad to have a memory like that that I have carried all my life unhappily.