I was in the first grade; I can still identify the seat and row I was sitting in. Our teacher, Sister Paul told us to all pray, our president was shot. At 6 years old it was a hard concept to understand. We were all dismissed, I remember my mother coming to get me and my sister, she was crying and I knew it was significant. My family with neighbors watched it around the clock on TV. After five days, I asked my mother "will cartoons ever be back on TV again"? Where were you?