Who else remembers that day? I was 8 years old. It was a sad, confusing, frightening day.

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7. HowI remember that day.

I turned 21 on that fateful day in November, 1963. My best friend had taken me out to lunch to celebrate that special day in everyone's life when they officially become an adult. It was a great lunch and we laughed and acted totally silly like we always did. She drove me back to work and as I reached the door she yelled "the President's been shot". For the next 4 days I was glued to the TV as were most Americans. I watched Jack Ruby shoot Oswald, the first murder ever recorded on TV - we all saw it. The brave, beautiful and stoic Jacqueline as she walked behind the casket, the little moppet that was Caroline, and that tiny little boy saluting as the casket that held his Daddy rolled by. We lost a great man that day and we all lost a little of our souls.

In the 50 years since that day, not one birthday has gone by that I don't sit by myself at some point and just sob - not one