I was in 8th grade and the speaker system came on scrambling radio stations and we thought the Mother Superior had mistakenly opened her mike and we were giggling and then the radio announced the President had been shot....we were told to gather our belongings and we would all go over to the church to say a prayer and then we were dismissed. I walked to the bus stop (which I never did because I normally walked home with friends) and everyone on the bus was crying. Then I got scared and ran home after my bus stop. My mom & dad & I were glued to the tv for days, saw Oswald shot live and then the funeral. So sad. I will never forget!
Nancy
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