The Harsh Reality of Gun Deaths I remember the day I first experienced tragedy as if it were yesterday. What happened left a deep sense of sadness within me. My best friend Tony and I met on the school bus. It was on the first morning of our 6th-grade year in rural Maryland and we were both wary of the bigger kids. We hit it off immediately and as the year progressed; we took to hanging out at each other’s house. I used to enjoy visiting his house, as his mother used to make us peanut butter cookies and lemonade. It was the happiest of times.
Gun Deaths, Mental Health, & Laws
Gun Deaths, Mental Health, & Laws
The Harsh Reality of Gun Deaths I remember the day I first experienced tragedy as if it were yesterday. What happened left a deep sense of sadness within me. My best friend Tony and I met on the school bus. It was on the first morning of our 6th-grade year in rural Maryland and we were both wary of the bigger kids. We hit it off immediately and as the year progressed; we took to hanging out at each other’s house. I used to enjoy visiting his house, as his mother used to make us peanut butter cookies and lemonade. It was the happiest of times.