Yesterday I was standing on a corner waiting for the light to change. Suddenly a group of first graders appeared on the opposite corner. They were chatting, holding hands and fully engaged in every aspect of life. The teachers, front and back of the troop, were smiling and laughing with their young students. I could not help but feel sad realizing that this group in front of me was the same age as those massacred in Newtown.The sorrow and pain of that day becomes more real when you see children that age living what should be their normal lives. For me, it was another reminder that whatever we must do to have that awful day never happen again is a price worth paying.