Author: Jeanette Lemcool
I was in the first grade. The disaster alarm went off in our school. It was the alarm reserved for a national disaster, like a war… we were living in the time of the cold war and our school had a safety fall out shelter. Being only six years old…we didn’t know any better, so when the alarm went off we all started to laugh at the funny sounding alarm. Our teacher put one arm up and said,”Quiet! Something bad has happened! I will be right back!”
We knew it was serious, from the way she responded. we were all silent until she came back. Her name was Mrs. Lieter. She came back in and told us that the president had been shot and that school was closed for the rest of the day. A little boy next to me said he knew who did it…and named a name of someone. I remember walking home and when I got home, my mom and dad had the television on and were glued to it. I didn’t understand what had happened, but I remember feeling scared. As time went on Robert Kennedy was shot and Martin Luther King was shot…for awhile..I thought that anyone who was in politics would be shot…it took me along time to get beyond that. I still get a pit in my stomach when I think of John F. Kennedy’s assassination.
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