Editor's note: Many names are included in this piece. One has not been included due to a publication ban.
Twenty-five years ago I was five years old.
I remember seeing the images and hearing that women had been killed.
It wasn't until my university classes, one in particular, where I felt the gravity of what had happened on that Wednesday morning in December, 1989. It was my first-year reporting class at Ryerson. We were analyzing the images and the mistakes made by journalists as they scrambled to tell the story that 14 women had been shot and killed.