Reblogged from Childhood Relived:
The smoke twisted and turned across the sky in a fluffy white cotton candy stream. I didn’t know what it was supposed to look like – should it look like this? I looked to my teacher’s eyes and I knew – something was wrong. The Challenger was broken.
But there I sat among the neat rows of 4th graders, in our Crayola-colored chairs, waiting for the explanation.
I haven't visited Childhood Relived in some time, but I'm so glad I did. What a heartfelt post. As a member of Gen X and Y (I believe 1980 is the cutoff date used to separate the two), I can certainly relate to Angie's post. I still can't imagine what parents of young children felt having to send their kids back to school after the Newtown shootings.
