I can remember being in 4th or 5th grade at Eberhardt elementary school in Chicago near 65th and St Louis. Where my brother and I were attending.
My brother was being bullied by several kids during recess and I saw it. I was ΒΌ of their size and I jumped on one of them and started punching as hard as I could!!! But they just kicked me off like a small dog.
This happened many times. My brother went through electric shock therapy which was very rudimentary! Writing this one brings me to tears. And the fact that my brother doesn't remember it, cuts me deeply. But it's not his fault, the electric shock wiped all those memories...
