Today, November 21, 1963, I’m so excited because our president John F. Kennedy is coming to my hometown of Dallas, Texas. Of course, I’m too young to know of politics and such because I am only seventeen years old, but my parents strongly believe in Mr. “Jack” Kennedy is the best for our country and our mother tells my brother and I how we should pay attention and trust that he is the best for us! So I loved John F. Kennedy. “Can I go see the president when he comes through Dealey Plaza?” I ask mother excited as I read the newspaper clipping of the map where Kennedy will circle around for the parade. “Only if you clean the kitchen and help your father in the back yard.” I knew my mother would let me go. Dealey Plaza was only three blocks down …show more content…
They kept my father's camera till they finished the investigation. I could still hear Jackie crying. I sat there for fifteen minutes, waiting for news. Everyone including Jackie walked out to the lobby and waited for the doctor to give news. As Jackie sat down in front of me, I watched her take John's cross necklace and dangle it and watch it as it went back and forth as tears kept falling. I couldn't imagine being in her shoes right now. Thirty minutes passed and when 1:00pm came, the doctor walked out and pronounced John dead. How could it be possible what I thought would be a good day turned into a day of where our president of the United States was assassinated. Jackie’s scream still echoes in my mind. There was nothing they could do to save him because of his recently back problems before the assassination. One of the police officers took me home because my parents were worried sick. I walked through the door not saying a word. I could hear the radio echo “President Kennedy pronounced dead as Jackie aboards plan to swear in Lyndon B. Johnson.” I just wanted to wake up from this, this had to be a dream, how could it be true. “Lee Harvey Oswald is in custody of the police, the killer of JFK.” I slammed the radio off. I didn't want to hear anymore of this. My whole family was quiet including my little brother. You could hear a pin drop outside as you didn't hear the laughter, cheers grills cooking food as before this happened. No one came out of their houses the rest of the day in the community. Everything was quiet and dead like the poor life of Mr. Kennedy, as “Camelot” went down in flames. As the days went by all the newspapers filled with the court appearances of Lee Harvey Oswald. Lyndon B. Johnson was our new president. He isn't like Kennedy, much older and not as active in parades or campaign visits to states or even towns. Suddenly major news struck. A young man who owned a nightclub just inside the limits of