Stephanie Powers stared past the glass, transported back in time.
“There wasn’t the reflecting pool or any of that here,” she said to her son Isaiah, 9, and daughter Daisy, 14. “It was this.”
She swept one arm in front of her, motioning across the section of fence on display in the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum. Twenty two years ago, when Stephanie hopped off the Greyhound bus that took her from California to Oklahoma City, her father took her to the site of the Oklahoma City bombing right off the bat. The fence that encircled it had seemed so much taller then.