Latest Forum Posts:


Save Their Innocence: A Musing

A musing about the violent events of 2018 in America...



“Please, somebody!”

The screams fill my ears as I watch the news video play out. The gunshots punctuate every cry with a hollow shout. My heart beats like a hummingbird’s wings with the knowledge that if we do not fix this - if this just keeps going and we don't change something in our system - my nieces could have to worry about this when they go to school.

When I was in elementary school, the most I ever worried about was being called Four Eyes or getting sawdust thrown at me. When I was in middle school, I worried about being called the fat kid; white, windowless vans and bleeding through my pants. In high school, I worried about failing classes, not making it into our advanced choir and my friends that were suicidal. The worries I had weren't pleasant by any means, but they were nowhere near as bad as gunshot wounds or PTSD.

I never had an aggressive boyfriend that I had to worry might shoot up the school if I broke up with him. I never worried we'd ever have to actually use our knowledge of the Intruder Drill to avoid an enraged man with a gun that no civilian should have access to.

But with everything that has gone on in this very, very long year we call 2018, what if my nieces and nephew have to? I grew up very fast for my generation, but if we keep going the way we're going, none of the future generations will know what childhood is.





This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

Copyright © Copyright 2012-2019 by Aria Leitner aka Colors_of_the_Wind

Posted with permission at

All other rights reserved

To link to this story from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="">Save Their Innocence: A Musing</a>

Comments (6)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.