Friday, 22 November 2013

07:57 – Fifty years ago today. I was in fifth grade. It was a Friday afternoon. We kids knew something very bad had happened because of the way the adults were acting. A lot of the kids were scared, thinking of the civil defense drills where they had us hiding under our desks from Russian atomic bombs. We knew from the Cuban Missile Crisis the previous year that the Russians wanted to kill all of us and that our parents were terrified. They finally announced that the president had been shot and sent us home early. By that time, the streets around the school were already parked solid with parents coming to pick up their kids. My mother picked up my brother and me and drove us home, where we and my dad sat glued to the TV watching the reports. I remember feeling sorry for the Kennedy kids losing their father at such a young age.