I never heard of a school shooting when I was growing up in the 1980s.
I never had to be scared I’d die when I went to kindergarten.
I never had “gun drills” at 15 years old.
I am scared for our children as our Congress doesn’t seem to give a damn how many of them die in our school, on our streets, in their homes.
I am tired of hearing about children killing each other with guns.
I grew up in a house with guns and NEVER had the urge to use them on another person, even with my depression and bullying and self-esteem issues and EVERYTHING that made me relate more to the poor children with the guns than the ones without.
I am afraid for my children, my neighbor’s children, my country’s children.
I have never hated my own government more than I do right now.
I am crying as I write this and think about all the poor babies that have gone to school and never came home. Never had a life, a family, dreams fullfilled, dreams not fullfilled, learned about life, or learned their parents and family as adults.
I’m crying for the parents who will never get to see their five-year old, 12 year-old, or 18 year-old live and learn and have families of their own.
I am crying because I know we can solve this but our government cares more about money from the NRA and keeping their political seat than they do about a child’s life.
I’m crying because I have little hope for this country.