I was in the third grade, and I was in the hallway getting water to wash my homeroom’s blackboards (it was my turn). That’s where I heard the news of the assassination. I’ll never forget that moment.
The other thing I remember about those days was the air raid drills. We’d all go down to the school’s basement and sit on the dusty concrete floor. I remember that dusty floor.
Anyway, Let’s Go Brandon.
You didn't have that spray stuff to clean the blackboards? I can still smell that stuff decades later!