
I’m writing this post on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy. I was 6 years old when this happened. I remember seeing footage of the event on television at my grandmother’s house. I was young enough at the time that I assumed everything I saw was live. I was also confused enough to think that he was his brother John. For years I told people that I remembered seeing the assignation of President Kennedy on live television. When I started hearing people talk about him being killed at Dealey Plaza while riding in a convertible, I thought, “These people are wrong!” I know I saw him in the kitchen of that hotel!” Book Depository? Grassy Knoll? I didn’t know anything about all that. What I saw was probably on a Thursday morning news report instead of the “live” coverage I assumed I was seeing.
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