I was in grade 4, just leaving for school when my mom was like "oh my god!" and repeated that several times. I looked, saw some shaky footage of an explosion and left for school... I didn't want to be late for the fourth day of school. My mom stopped me and explained to me what had happened. I got the day off school, and of course, being a little guy, that was what stuck out most about the day.
Surprisingly, I swear my mother was more traumatized by that than the passing of her own father which happened the year before. This is kinda weird, but my first thought when I saw my mom crying that day was that my grandmother had died too. Logically, I guess it makes sense, 1 life against 3000, but emotions are rarely logical.
Surprisingly, I swear my mother was more traumatized by that than the passing of her own father which happened the year before. This is kinda weird, but my first thought when I saw my mom crying that day was that my grandmother had died too. Logically, I guess it makes sense, 1 life against 3000, but emotions are rarely logical.