I’ve always been open about how much I hate to talk about politics... a huge part of that hatred I'm sure is an effect of the invasion. Ever since that hurtful event, I’ve always hated to be reminded of it, & worked hard to avoid anything that would help me recall that time, including special TV shows, series, theatrical plays, articles in newspapers, & the history/political related educational lessons in our text books.
But regardless of me wanting desperately not to be reminded, I refused at the same time to forget about it. How could I? How could anyone ever forget, no matter how hard it is to remember all that pain? I was only 6, so some might say that I was too young to really know how hard it was, & that I barely remember. I hate it when they say that. Because, even if I was 6, & even if I really didn’t know what was really going on as to my child mind couldn’t really muster the meaning of “War” & invasion”, I still could “feel” the pain. I could feel it reflected on me.