Reply #87: It's one of the few days from my youth I remember vividly

[AbbyR]

We were just changing classes - I was in eighth grade and was walking up the steps to my next class when I heard someone shout "Kennedy's been shot." Then I heard another voice, even louder, asking "Kennedy who?"

Then I went to math class, where our teacher told us what had happened. We had a moment of silence, then went on with math.

A pall seemed to fall over the country, and I remember hiding in my room for days, listening to a radio, hearing the drums - I can hear them yet.

And I see John-John, in is little blue coat, saluting as his daddy went by.

We lost more than a president that day, and we continued to lose - so many of the wonderful, progressive people who were making our world better and might have continued to do so, had they been allowed: Bobby Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Paul Wellstone.

And still, I hear the drums, and the sound of the horse's hooves as he walked by. I will never forget.