There's this tape I heard the other day that I can't get out of my head.

It's a little girl, her name's Leah, she's in kindergarten.

She's describing her classroom.

There's a window in the closet and as I open the door with pigeons, they're like hanging

off of the tree.

Leah is talking about this moment when everyday things around her changed.

And the world went from straight forward and understandable to ominous.

Like those birds she saw out the window.

They looked a little coolish and a little gobliny and we were a foot up first and we picked

out the window and saw that.

It was just pigeons, shadows.

Leah was feeling jumpy like this because she was hiding in that closet from a stranger.

I got a feeling stuck in my head.

I was thinking if we were going to be okay because the stranger was literally just outside

the door of our classroom and there's actually just our principal chest and stranger clothes.

I saw her wearing like a boy wig with her hair on the bonnet and I thought it was kind

of scary because I didn't know who her true self was.

Leah's school was in the middle of an active shooter drill.

I am in kindergarten.

First grade.

Second grade.

Sixth grade, eighth grade, ninth grade.

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