Fifty years ago today. I was l6 years old and a sophomore in high school. I was sitting in study hall, probably talking or writing a note. I believe it was the last period of the day, when they announced over the loud speaker that President Kenney was shot and killed. After that, it seemed like time stood still. You could hear the crying in the halls. I remember my friend, Lorelei crying really hard. I dont remember the silence on the bus. Our TV at home was never on during the day, but from that day on, it was on day and night. I remember my mom crying off and on for days. Something changed us that day, I am not sure what, but we werent children anymore. When I moved to Washington D.C. , I would see the eternal flame burning from the bus window, so I thought of President Kennedy every day.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 01:37:47 +0000
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