I don’t remember it. I remember where I was — kindergarten, Ms. Shannon’s room on the ground floor of First Assembly Christian Academy near Erie, Pennsylvania — before my mom pulled me and my brother out of school and took us home early. But I was just a few months beyond five, so I don’t remember the events of that day at all. Everything before mid-2003 is a blur with occasional clear spots for me, and that day, the significance of which took me years to even begin to understand, is somewhere in the blur.

Anyway, no scores this week. More so because this week of all weeks shouldn’t be a competition, but also because it’s tough enough giving professionally-made documentaries scores. With light scripting and cinematography, many fold into the next with relative ease. That is, in most cases.

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