I was part of the infatuation crowd. I was 16 when he was shot and in catholic schools. The priest were all Irish, my mother had a crush on him nd well the adorations was everywhere.
I learned a lot as i aged and the stories came out and I looked at marylyn Monroe’s death and judith exner and all of that. and the Warren report was not our finest hour no matter who you believe did it.
About that time, I had a dose of reality and what do they say, young and idealistic, old and practical.
I’m five years younger. I don’t remember being infatuated with him. At 11 I was a tomboy and could outrace any boy my age along with creaming them at tetherball. I even missed the Beatles infatuation stage. I also excelled academically. All my early years I competed with the boys and men and it took a special, very secure guy to win my heart. I lived in a culture where we didn’t even begin dating until age sixteen so checking out boys and men was just not part of my reality until Kennedy’s mystique was somewhat tarnished.