Hard memories to bear

Still being stuck in the same town I was born in, I ran into a teacher from junior school today. I find that I cannot really formulate how I feel about him. All I know is that I have nothing to say to him, and ignored him, even when he spoke my name and I suppose he was trying to strike up conversation. He looks so much different to how I remember him. Small and somehow fragile. Not the imposing son of Satan that I remember him to be. I cannot say why I feel so inherently repelled by him. It could be the stupid Christian, corporal punishment, sport culture, yes sir no sir anything you say sir status quo that the teachers maintained at my old school. But really, its too exhausting to think about, and I would rather forget that part of my life.