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In reply to the discussion: It is November 22. [View all]PCIntern
(27,164 posts)31. Fifth Grade classroom...
The look on the teachers face was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. She was retired from the WAC and was shaken to her foundation.
School was dismissed early. Got home to see the plane land and the casket removed.
Nothing was the same after that weekend.
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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