As I walked to school I had started to experience for the second time in my life something I felt every kid I was seeing that morning felt deeply in the pit of his stomach. I walked briskly noticing the early morning crowd of kids dressed mostly in white uniforms as I had done the year before, some of them members of the various schools in the area. We were all to gather at our respective schools to organize ourselves in readiness for the big parade. Continue reading
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