I wasn't born yet, either.
I wasn't born yet, either.
He who laughs last thinks slowest
Maybe we should chug on over to namby pamby land where we can find some self confidence for you, you jackwagon!
OK, this is officially the old fogey thread! I watched it live on TV with my friends--we'd had an election party at someone's house...whether or not to vote for RFK was a hotly contested issue among the folks I hung out with. I was stunned... and yet not...as it wasn't the first... it just began to seem as if anytime anyone took the lead they were cut down.
One thing that stuck in my mind was that there was a Latina campaign worker interviewed who was in hysterics thinking that the killer was a Mexican... she'd only seen him, hadn't heard his name, etc. Made me think about how we think we "know" what people look like....
I was only 2. Probably in my sandbox.
Truth be told, I didn't pay much attention to RFK's assassination. I'd graduated from high school, got my first job and met mr. gracie the week before. I knew it had happened and was saddened by the whole thing especially following so soon after MLK, but I guess I was on sensory overload. I do remember Roosevelt Grier being there and pushing people away and the looks of shock on the people around him.
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I was 6 years old. I remember my mom being in tears. I don't remember a lot about it, but I really remember the moonwalk, and a couple years later the Amchitka bomb scare. I thought the whole west coast was going to be wiped out by a tidal wave. How random is that? Parents really need to watch what and how they discuss issues around little kids!!
I was 11 years old and remember being in school that day. I was so sad when it happened because I thought he was a prince. Not literally a prince, but you know what I mean.
I was eight and we had just moved to Canada from Rhodesia so there was a lot of stuff going on that I was trying to keep track of, but I do remember that my idiot right-wing father was pleased, though ironically a few years later he was deeply disappointed when Canada beat Russia in that apparently important hockey game.
All I wanted was a 45, a stinking 45 - the record or the gun. I'd even settle for the damn malt liquor. - Al Bundy.