I am blogging about my first international travel experiences over at my home blog: Just Go! (http://aknickerson.blogspot.com/). This is the third part of a serialized story:
I am a child of the Cold War. I remember hiding under my desk during drills. I remember worrying that the Russians would bomb us. I remember laying in bed and praying to God that Ronald Reagan beat President Carter on election night because my dad didn’t like “the Dirty Democrats.”
I remember being terrified of the Russians.
And that fear hadn’t dissipated in 1989. Thinking back on it now, I am very surprised my mom let me go to the USSR with my grandparents. She is, too. But they were my grandparents. They thought it was a good idea, so she agreed. And off I went.
To read the rest join me at Just Go! (http://aknickerson.blogspot.com/2008/06/fifteen-year-old-and-terrorist-p...)
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