i feel sorrier for the babies who grew up since my first school shooting, who have no memory of a time before one happened nearly every week during the school year. it makes me sad to go to the memorial of that first one, and meet people who seem genuinely confused why we set up a memorial at all because a school shooting to them is a normal fact of reality. it breaks my heart how bleak the world we’ve given them is. it motivates me to work with them to create a world that isn’t like this