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Under My School Desk

Under my school desk I crouched waiting for a brilliant light to fill the sky, the brightest ever seen, while our teacher, a Catholic nun, looked over the class, calm and serene. A little girl glanced over and giggled to me, "Isn't this fun!" as she knelt on the tile. I returned a nervous grin and said, "Whoopie!" I thought the last thing I'd see would be her smile. . for public domain

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Jeff Kyser

Date: 3/31/2022 8:59:00 AM

Growing up in southern california, we had earthquake drills that involved getting under our desks. Then, in North Alabama, it was tornado drills. Now, they send everyone home a day in advance if there's a even a threat of weather. I don't remember the nuclear drills, but who knows...

William Coyne
Date: 3/31/2022 9:38:00 AM

I think this happened around 1962 and I lived life for years believing the world could vanish at any minute. Now, at 70 years old, I don't really care so much. :-)