Can I tell you something?
One of my fondest childhood memories is cowering under my first-grade desk in rehearsal for a thermonuclear war between the United States and the Soviet Union, which sadly was something in the realm of possibility at the time. What measure of protection this would’ve provided was unclear even to a seven-year-old, but the drills did offer a few minutes reprieve from learning to form complete sentences and write in cursive. In retrospect, it meant only that we would have had to assume a very uncomfortable position before being incinerated, but at the time it was comforting to know we were prepared for the unthinkable and actually thought we could survive.