Seven years ago we were at a mall when a guy with a machine gun started shooting. We obviously were not physically harmed, but it changed how I think about public spaces. When we did our home study for foster care, I was surprised by how much time we spent talking about this event, and even more surprised when she wrote in her study that I might have undiagnosed PTSD from the event. Not because I don't think I do, but because I thought... I presented as more chill than that when talking about it. 😅 Anyway: until today, I hadn't been back to a mall, period. My kid, who was 3 at the time, had not been into a mall since. But today the zipper on his #flyease Nikes was broken, and the repair shop I found is in our local mall. So we loaded up the baby and went for it. I didn't talk about the mall shooting and I don't think he thought about it at all, because he was positively dazzled by the game stores and clothing stores and Claire's and the candy shop. We had his shoe fixed and ate Sbarro's. He got a smoothie. It's a silly thing, but it also isn't -- it was really nice to do something as unremarkable as visiting a mall again.