Nine years old. This is what my life looked like. Nothing fancy, just a shy, gangly kid whose fears might have included disappointing my dad, skinning my knee, or getting poison ivy in the woods behind my house. Watching our “leaders” mumble and shrug as nine-year-old kids are shredded by assault weapons is incomprehensible to me. They’re allowing a generation of American children to be traumatized for life. I am thankful every day to be old, born into a time when childhood was safe.

@cassandra17lina we only had the existential threat of nuclear war.