Tayler
by Collette
This is the last time I will be writing
to you. My friends and I went to the movies today and saw a film about the end
of the world caused by the Cold War. Mother was angry when she found out we had
gone to this movie instead of the showing of Snow White. She’s right; we should not have gone. I am afraid I
will have a nightmare about it tonight.
We talk about the Cold War in social
studies class, but I just don’t get it. How can a war be cold? Isn’t it
supposed to be hot because of all the fighting and bombing that causes fires? I
will have to count sheep tonight so I don’t think about the movie. Grandma says
that works for her when she can’t sleep.
Study Hard
I was in grade school when
the Russians successfully launched Sputnik. Not all of the families in my small
school had a television or subscribed to a newspaper. Probably one or two of
the households didn’t even listen to the radio news. My teacher, though, deemed
the occasion worthy of telling the entire school. She told us in the future schools
would place an emphasis on math and science classes; America needed to catch up
with the Russians.
Never did I dream I would someday watch an American
walk on the moon on a grainy, black and white television screen. We had caught
up with the Russians.
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