The play we ushered for was The Diary of Anne Frank--- it was so good. I was very impressed with how they handled such heavy materiel.
It was of course sad... But so inspiring. To be honest I had not read the book since I was probably Anne's age myself-- 12 or 13... And I wished I had re-read it before the play. But the most striking thing I realized that as I child I had sided with Anne and reconciled the story with my own "childish" view point.... As an adult I saw it from a whole other viewpoint.. A PARENT. What fear there must have been for those parents for what would happen to their children. I can't even begin to imagine. But I think the true hero of the story is Mr. Frank---