I was in 3rd grade at St. Mary Magdalen School llearning fractions. Our church priest told us we had to pray for The President because he had been shot. We spent the next hour on our knees saying the rosary for him. I remember looking out the window at our American flag that we had earlier raised on the flag pole and had sung the National Anthem to as we did every morning. I do remember being scared all day. Anyone else have a story to share? Would be interesting to know what others were doing that horrible day.
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I was in second grade walking down the hallway taking something to the office for my teacher when a little girl burst out of the office shouting, "the President's been shot!"...I froze and grabbed the wall. It was a gut punch. I still feel sick to my stomach remembering.
It awakened something in me. Life was never the same again...💔🙏
Exactly how I felt!