In 1992, there was a huge riot in Los Angeles. I was 14. I had some younger cousins, however, who were young. They were 4 and 5 years old. They were old enough to realize that something terrible was happening, but too young to realize why. This is a very famous picture, that many Korean-Americans like myself can relate with. My uncle's were out defending the stores with those men on the roofs. Nothing terrible happened to them, but I can't imagine what my cousins went through.
They both ended up well-adjusted people. But they still talk about it sometimes. Maybe more as a story told to them than actually remembering it themselves. It could be how they cope with it.
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