"My earliest recollection was in sixth grade, when you start changing classrooms. Everybody's in the hallways and I would be with the other guys and see Kathleen walking down the hallway, her head down, holding her books, walking slowly. And all of us guys would be flat against the wall until she passed. Then we'd giggle and walk away. Now how rude is that? It's just crazy. But that's the kind of memory that I have," he said, wiping at tears.