Ironically, I was in my highschool history class, in a small rural town in Quebec. My teacher walked out of class when someone came to speak to him, and her came back in with a tv a few minutes later. He said history was being made with this tragedy happening to our American brothers, and nothing would ever be the same. And he was right.
I had no idea there was still so much hate in this world. And I had even less of an idea of how much of that hate was directed at us as North-Americans.
Viva, I'm like you. I was still a kid myself at that time, but now, I think back on it, on all the horrible crap that keeps happening...all I want to do is hug my daughter tight, find some private island somewhere and just isolate ourselves from all that hate.