Next I thought of my students in California, or most of the fifth-graders I knew, and how invincible most of them felt, how easy it was for most of them to separate from their parents for a sleepover or camping trip with a friend. Being ten in California means you’re starting to test your wings and fly out of the nest; but being ten in Ramallah means when you were five you experienced military curfews, military tanks in your driveways, and Israeli soldiers bashing at your door in the middle of the night and searching your house, only to lock you and your parents in one room for long hours. So
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