I was in high school in 1963. We were all taken to the gym. No one told us what it was about, but it was obviously very important and probably bad. When they told us Kennedy had been shot, many students burst into tears. It didn't affect me very much. I never met Kennedy and don't form emotional attachments to people I don't know. The only rare exceptions are people like Martin Luther King, who I admired so much that I grieved when he was killed.
Submitted by: psuhas
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