By Mindy Matijasevic []

I remember coming home from P.S.26 on University Avenue in the Bronx to find our black and white television on and my grandmother crying because the president was assassinated.

I was in first grade, I believe. I didn't know what 'assassinated' meant. I asked her.

She impatiently told me as if I should have known. Then she gave me lunch.

I didn't really understand why she was crying since we didn't know him and his family.

I wanted to watch my own shows.

Mindy [7-30-08]

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