I was 6 years old. I was sitting in Mrs. Ikeda’s 2nd grade class. It was business as usual. And then, just like that, we got sent home. The announcement sent us reeling, an entire day off of school! But when I walked outside, it was loud. Really loud. I looked up. Giant black helicopters were flying every which way over the school. That’s when my excitement dissipated. Even at the age of 6, I knew something was wrong. I think my mom picked me up from school, and then I was home. I ran to the television, anticipating a day of relaxation, when I saw it.

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