Remembering.
I feel bad because I DON'T remember. All I have are the clippings that my dad saved for me to look at when I was old enough. Now, I'm old enough. I'm spending tonight reading editorial page from the Wall Street Journal from September 12, 2001. I can't figure this out. I can't understand it. It is too close to something from a movie. I can't imagine it because it is too, too bad. It's worse than any synonym for bad you could ever come up with. There is not a word created in the English language to describe it.
But so many things in the world are like that, though. Like the war Rwanda, Libya, Palestine and Israel and maybe even other things that I don't even know about. Bad things so bad that your brain can't accept it. Maybe if I was more than one year old when it happened, I would be able to remember something.
How about you? Do you remember? Pick up Suffrage Weekly's first issue tomorrow at school to read my editorial, "Welcome back to a Memory We May not even Remember."
Post post post me back and tell me what you think.
Love, Lylice

