1959

I was in elementary school at a time when curling up under your desk in preparation for a Soviet nuclear attack was practiced on a regular basis. Tucking your head between your legs, closing your eyes tightly and  trying not to giggle was all part of the drill. The teacher conducted the exercise, eagerly followed by the children…I felt safe. How could I not? I wasn’t really sure what a nuclear bomb was…and besides, they probably won’t drop one here…there isn’t anything worth blowing up anyway.  Protected, prepared and convinced I was doing something worthwhile, even fun, I always cooperated with the teacher and trusted that everything would be all right.

Fast forward 2007… 

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