7th December 2007, 05:35
I remember the day very well. I was nine years old and in the third grade. Living at a very nice boarding school on Mercer Island in Seattle, Washington, USA. The headmistress (who was quite elderly, maybe 34 or 35 years old) came into the dining room while we were lined up and waiting to be seated for our Sunday lunch, and she was crying. Whoa! This was something very new for sure, to see an old woman crying like that. All of us children were very upset by it. Some of us even started to cry. Not me of course. Someone told us that she was crying because Pearl Harbor had been bombed by the Japs, and I immediately knew three things: 1. This was very, very serious. 2. I had no idea what Pearl Harbor was. and 3. I had no idea what a Jap was. We soon found out.