…entary school in the very early 80s. We had to hide under our desks in as tight a ball as possible, the critical part of the pose being that we had to cross our arms over our heads as if our tiny, fleshy forearms were sufficient protection against projectile crayons and Elmer’s glue bottles.
Why a Cold War Kid From the US Living in the EU Is Woefully Unprepared for War
I remember this. As if putting our arms over our necks would save us from nuclear radiation.