Hundreds of faces – happy, smiling, staring down.
“Israeli Victims Of Terror Since September 2000”, the sign proclaimed.
There were 300.
We didn’t know much, only that innocent people – some even our own ages – had their lives cut short by the sharp knife of terrorism.
We were young, and it was far away in Israel.
Two years later, as the numbers rose, the school handed out metal bracelets, each with the name and age of a murdered Israeli.
“Yafit Ravivo” – I’ll never forget the name engraved on mine.
It was 7:00 am, and she was on her way to the beginning of 9th grade.