We walked into the auditorium, and the video started and I saw footage of Uganda that I had never seen before. When I saw the face of Kony for the first time, anger filled my body. Suddenly I heard gunshots from the video, and I was taken back to the night my family rented a van to move to Uganda. It was dark and dangerous, I was two years old but the memory still remains vivid. We heard a gunshot, the sound became louder the closer we got. All of the sudden my mom ducked my head and covered my ears. My eyes were weeping in tears, and I fell asleep. I looked around the auditorium, everyone was in tears, we were all shocked by the abduction and injustice in Uganda. That day, I had a conversation with my Mom, I wanted her to confirm my memory.
