Memory reignited

Spent part of the day trying to clear out a shed and looked through a box belonging to my Mum which had this article in. I was one of the 17 year olds and the other (actually 19 at the time) was my cousin Martin. Traumatic at the time but now just a dinner party story. In that instance, and at other times when I have been a victim of crime (recently had a bike stolen) my version of PTSD is to replay the situation over and over again trying to work out what I could have done differently to avoid it and usually with zero success. Anyway, managed to clear a few boxes from the shed - about 38 to go I reckon!