I regained “consciousness” sitting on the lawn in front of a house on the south side of Rugby Road. The house was next to Uncle Sam’s Candies. I don’t know where I had been for the past ten minutes or so.
My friend Johnny was hit by a car and I’m sure sustained horrible injuries, however I have no recollection. I assume my brain did this to protect me from the awful trauma I observed. At the time of course I have no recollection whatsoever.
A woman came up to me as I was crying uncontrollably. She said, “Stop crying, you didn’t get hurt. ”
She didn’t have a clue.
I don’t remember who came and took me away from the scene. I don’t know what happened after that.
“Michael, what’s wrong with you?”
“Snap out of it!”
I couldn’t, I had been traumatized and I was being controlled by some sort of primitive reptilian brain.
My development was stunted in some manner and I was not a “normal” kid. I can’t explain it.