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Yesterday morning, at Squiddle's Kindergym class, we had an Active Live Shooter drill.
When I was a kid, we had fire drills and (since I live in California) earthquake drills. Not drills about what to do if another human being comes to your school with a gun in hand and wants to shoot everyone dead with it. My child is going to grow up with this a regular, accepted part of his life. I also remember when your party could accompany you to the gate at the airport. Squiddle is never going to know that except as something he'll encounter in old movies and novels and not understand. Because for him, it will have always been this way.
I hate this. I hate this facet of reality SO HARD.
When I was a kid, we had fire drills and (since I live in California) earthquake drills. Not drills about what to do if another human being comes to your school with a gun in hand and wants to shoot everyone dead with it. My child is going to grow up with this a regular, accepted part of his life. I also remember when your party could accompany you to the gate at the airport. Squiddle is never going to know that except as something he'll encounter in old movies and novels and not understand. Because for him, it will have always been this way.
I hate this. I hate this facet of reality SO HARD.
