Wednesday, April 19, 1995. I remember it so clearly... You never forget the first time your world stands still. I was sitting in Mrs. Roth's 4th grade class, learning all the things 4th graders learn, when I suddenly was made aware of something 4th graders should never have to learn. A solemn announcement to our class revealed that something very bad had happened in Oklahoma City, about 60 miles from my small rural hometown. An explosion had happened at a building downtown - the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building- and many people had died. My 4th grade mind could barely comprehend this news as I later stood on the playground, watching helicopters fly overhead, likely heading to the scene of the tragedy. Our recess was cut short, and my young mind was spinning. How could something like this happen? Why did innocent people die? Did I know anyone who was there? Who caused this terrible thing? Was I safe, or could something like this happen in my own town? ...