I'm afraid this is turning into armchair psychoanalysis, so I better stop. But suffice it to say, when I was still a kid and thought about the other kid who al

I'm afraid this is turning into armchair psychoanalysis, so I better stop. But suffice it to say, when I was still a kid and thought about the other kid who almost broke my arm, I was filled with rage as well. I almost never thought about, but when I was reminded I was very angry over it. But as I got older I got past it. It doesn't make me at all emotional now. The guy and I are not fiends, I still don't even like him, but we're civil and he doesn't push any buttons for me, there are no buttons to be pushed. That's what I think is growing up and dealing, not simply forgetting.