53 years. So long ago, the memory has softened with time.
I was in Mrs. Carver's 5th grade class when Mr.Thomas, the principal, softly knocked on the door and announced that the president had been shot. A short time later he returned and said simply "President Kennedy is Dead."
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"I fishtail through the lanes, and I make my tires squeal.
Power at my feet, and glory at the wheel.
I wind the windows down, let the wind blow through my hair.
God knows where I'm goin' to, but me... I don't care."
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