Some anniversaries come unexpectedly. Yesterday was one of them. I was in Mrs. Pence's 4th grade class when the principal came over the intercom to tell us President Kennedy had been shot. As a fourth grader I had no Idea what that meant. We were also told school was to be dismissed and we were to go straight home. When I arrived home my dad was on the couch watching television. He was home early from work and that is when I realized something was wrong. My dad didn't arrive home from work until after five o'clock and dinner would soon be on the table. Not that day. My brother and I couldn't go out to play. We were to play in our bedroom. That was 53 years ago. In over half a century, no one who is able to remember where they were when Kennedy was shot forgets. It was a very long weekend that November of 1963. A very long and sad weekend, indeed.
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