Our principal was doing a special lesson for social studies. He had the room all prepared ahead of time. On the Promethean Board was projected a picture of Arlington National Cemetary, to set the mood for the lesson as soon as the kids went into the room.
The students were lined up on the wall, but he wasn't there yet. Since I was standing there, I told the class to go ahead on in and I'd watch them. I hadn't yet entered the room when one of my little girls came walking slowly out of the classroom. Her eyes were wide and she looked, well, like she had seen a ghost.
"All those graves." she said. "There is death in that room."
She looked up at me with those wide eyes.
"I'm too young to die!"
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