I was in the 8th grade. Had convinced my parents that I should be off school for the day so that a friend of mine and I could take a bus to downtown Dallas and see the President and Mrs. Kennedy when they came thru. I had made the bus trip to my friends mothers house, and before we could catch the next bus to get downtown, we heard the awful news. The next few days I remember my grandfather was at my mother's house, and we all were glued to the TV. I can still hear the drums as the cason with the horses bore the Presidents coffin down the street. It seemed we were all in shock.