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Message: [QUOTE="Txhoopsalot, post: 3738965, member: 5143"] Fifth grade in Dallas, Texas. Our class had been watching the motorcade on television earlier the same day. It was a very big deal at that time to have the president visiting our city. As someone above posted, the teachers were called to a meeting on the intercom. Awhile later, the teacher came back to the room to tell us the president had been shot. I perceived that teacher as a mean, old lady. She cried that day. We were dismissed from school. Later that day, I learned that President Kennedy was dead. For years, the assassination of JFK defined Dallas to many around the country. Five years later, Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy would be murdered within two months of each other. By then I was fifteen. The impact on me was even greater and more direct. I was hurt and scared about the country I lived in. I wondered if assassinations were to be the norm. I always think of the three assassinations together, almost as one event. Edit to add: It hurts me today to think about those events. [/QUOTE]