By Nora, Age 10
My name is Nora. I’m a 5th grader at a Montessori school. I was eight when this strange, isolating time known as the Coronavirus Pandemic started. I’m turning 11 this year. Although it is sometimes hard to find hope, it is everywhere. I remember, in the beginning, thinking this would only last a few weeks. But as more time went on, hope started to get smaller and smaller. This whole thing was like one big tunnel. But instead of the exit getting closer and closer as we trucked along, it just stayed a safe distance away. As time went on, although it was tough, me and my family started to accept this new normal. With support from friends and family, we have accepted the fact that this is something we’re just going to have to live with. Don’t get me wrong, Covid still stinks, but if I think of the worst case scenario, and then think of my circumstances, I have been extremely lucky throughout the pandemic.