I heard it from the milk money girl at the end of the cafeteria line as I handed over my nickle. She was a Special Ed. student with a loud voice; the only girl in school with boobs.
“Did you hear? President Kennedy…bang-bang.” She pointed her hand up to her head like a gun when she delivered the bang-bang. I took my little carton of milk, wondering what was going on that day. Why was there a television in the hall by the principal’s office? Why were the teachers crying?
I remember the funeral in black and white, the sad drumbeat, the clopping horses’ hooves. It was my first funeral; the saddest day ever in my eight years.
Mom was mad her show wasn’t on. She hated the president, even on the saddest day.