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In reply to the discussion: It is November 22. [View all]kch22
(8 posts)21. I was an 11-year-old 6th grader in Austin.
It was to be JFKs next stop after Dallas.
Our school was to close early so we could go to downtown Austin to see the presidents motorcade. My classmates and I were eating lunch when word spread around the cafeteria that the president had been shot. A strange feeling went through me, like a nightmare had come true. It seemed unreal, but the world had truly changed that day.
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I never saw anyone cry, and that night our high school played its regular football game.
Ron Green
Nov 22
#12
I hated my 4th grade teacher. But after she was called out of our classroom, then returned...
electric_blue68
Nov 22
#40
It's my first memory: my mother throwing a laundry basket downstairs and saying,
Scrivener7
Nov 22
#43
My second birthday. Mom stopped making my cake as soon as she heard the news. n/t
OnlinePoker
Nov 22
#50