I don't remember much.. I can remember sitting on the floor in front of the B&W TV surrounded by the family watching the funeral procession.. I remember asking my dad why the horse had no rider and the boots in the stirrups were backwards.. (I was only 5 then) Everyone in the room was crying after that. And later when young John Kennedy saluted, I saluted him back. The room started crying again. And I couldn't figure out what had I done!?!?!

I asked Dad but he only said it's a sad day in the country but it'll be alright, Things'll get better.