I was eight years old, living in Columbus, Ohio and in the 3rd grade when Kennedy was shot.
Being somewhat mature for my age or maybe slightly precocious, I remember the day well when the announcement came over the classroom loudspeaker and my teacher started crying. At any rate, the significance of what had happened was not lost on me. A day or two after, we had a memorial assembly in the auditorium and as I recall we got a day or a half a day off somewhere in there too?
Being somewhat mature for my age or maybe slightly precocious, I remember the day well when the announcement came over the classroom loudspeaker and my teacher started crying. At any rate, the significance of what had happened was not lost on me. A day or two after, we had a memorial assembly in the auditorium and as I recall we got a day or a half a day off somewhere in there too?
Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.