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A seven year old boy read this aloud today during a book share in my second grade class. He’s an incredible kid— observant, bright, thoughtful. I know what you’re thinking, what I was most certainly thinking, as soon as I heard it. A seven year old picked out that to read to his peers? {He did, yes, and so I embraced it.} It was actually a prayer from a book on WWII {found scratched onto a wall in a German concentration camp}, but it still made me pause and think and remember. Because of today and all that it was, is, will be. We had a small discussion about what happened that morning. It was 5 years before these littles were even born, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Just thought I’d place the words here on a page.
Because I’m still remembering, always remembering, in an ever constant hope for those “somedays”.
