Reply #163: I was only 5

[kineneb]

but I still remember it. My grandmother and I were watching television and saw it. And the funeral is burned into my memory...I still can see Jackie, Carolyn and John-John (as he was called) standing so bravely as the casket rolled by. It still makes me cry. Sometimes I think the real America died with JFK. It seemed to get so ugly after wards. Alas, for the dream of Camelot.

Then later I saw RFK killed and knew something was wrong.

What a childhood, assinations, riots and body bags. No wonder I have an odd view of the world.