I was 11 years old at the time. Trust me. You don’t know the paralyzing fear of a child even before any shots are fired. — The first time someone pointed a gun at me I was 11 years old — about the same age as the kids in Uvalde, Texas. “Go outside and find something to do,” Mom had commanded. Evidently, I was being a bother, which must have been the case often because this…