I was a five-year-old staring Kindergarten 13 years ago. I remember that it was a Tuesday. I don’t know why. I only confirmed that years later. I had a good day at school, ignorant of what was happening. I was so excited to tell my Mom about how great my day was once I got off the school bus. I still remember leaving the steps of the school bus to the blue sky and brisk air. I approached my mother to tell her about my day at school.
I never did. She was terrified.