When I was young, my mother took myself and my four siblings to the doctor. It was a monumental undertaking, something she didn’t take on lightly. We were all threatened within an inch of our lives--the threat? “You will behave, or I will tell your father.” A threat which would cause a ten-year-old to quake in her boots. Being the middle child, I was lucky enough not to have to go first, or even second. But that also meant I knew what was coming. So when I heard shots, I did something that would stick with me to this day--and go down in the hall of history within our family.