I was five years old, and looking at the anxious faces of the adults in my house, I knew something was wrong. It was a summer morning, and I was waiting to get ready for school, but the school bus never came. It was 1990, and my school had been set on fire by "unidentified gunmen."My parents moved me to a school closer to our house. This one had no playground, and the stench from a nearby garbage dump wafted into the classrooms.