I was in first grade. I remember riding the school bus home. The bigger kids told us we shouldn’t breathe the air, so we all held our hands over our mouths. I remember being afraid to get off the bus at my stop, even though my mom was there waiting for me. I held my breath as I stepped off the bus and held it as long as I could. Then I put my hands back over my mouth.
Jill
May 1979. Note the t-shirts we are wearing. (I am on the right; my sister Sharon on the left).