Sandy Hook is the first shooting I remember. Undoubtedly, there were more before then, but I was young and not as aware of the world as I am today. I remember that day perfectly; every detail etched into my mind as the horrors of what transpired laid themselves before me. I was 19, doing some small work on the side for my uncle to earn spending money for the school year. I found out about the shooting almost immediately after it happened – it was all over Facebook and the news.
I remember feeling horrified. My heart sunk in my chest and left behind a chilling, empty space. My gut was churning with grief and anxiety, and beneath that