It sneaks up on you, doesn't it? One minute you're thinking of all the things you have to do today, of the weekend approaching, of what to have for breakfast, and then you spot the day. You remember the time. You go back to where you were that day.
My son Phillip and I were talking, and it is the first tragedy of note that he remembers (he was almost 15). He had, of course, heard all about Columbine two years earlier, and coupled with this, his young world was rocked! I remember him sitting on his bed one morning, days later, very upset because he had heard someone say that it had taken five years to plan this. He said that someone was probably planning something right now that would happen in the future. The age of innocence gets younger and younger...
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