As I opened my royal blue, faded with time, hard back highschool yearbook, I was transported back to my youth, to a better time, to friends long forgotten, or worse, long since dead, to a time when school shootings were never heard of, to a place where children, killing children was not even an imagiation in the mind of some horror author.
I set gazing at those adolecense looking back at me from at least 20 years ago, a rush of memories that I had long since stored in my cob webbed filled mind, came flooding back, and it occured to me that teenage years, pass all to quickly.
I was looking a time of innocents, in fact at the very faces of innocense. Kid's with hopes and dreams, kid's who had goals to reach and was working to achieve those goals.
My mind wondered where the values that was instilled in the children of my generation had gone, who was to blame, when did the Land of the free and the home of the brave, become a teenage waste land.
When tragides such as a school shooting, or the horrible events of 9/11 strike, we, as a Country, come together colectivley to stand boldly as one United States.
It shouldn't take a tragedy to shock us into the realization that somehow, somewhere along the way, we the people, of these great United States, let things get horribly out of control.
Some people blame the media, saying that everything gets sensationalized, there are those who would have you believe that the kid's who are out of control, wasn't raised right, or with a certain set of morals and values. I don't believe that there is any one certain thing to blame, I think it is a combination of things, and for reason's we may never fully understand. But you can bet, no matter what your beliefes are, that there will always be a gap between the different generations, that can never be bridged, there will never be that fulfilment of a complete and total understanding between the generations, and for generations to come, it will always be that way.
So, on this memorial day, as I tuck my yearbook of memories away, I will whisper a prayer, that someday soon, violence will also be just a memory.