i remember i was in freshman English when our prof came in with the news that our president had been shot.
Time stopped.
The prof said, “I can’t think of anything to say. This class is pointless.”
And he left the room. I can’t remember anything else except wanting to go home.
I remember getting sent home from my first-grade class, back out to a world that was incredibly sad.
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god, I am old
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Well, Martha, I will venture to say that those of us who are recalling where we were that horrible day 50 years ago instead of remembering the first time we read about it in history class can all feel old for the next 24 hours.
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