Friday, November 22, 1963

Avatar Author: Radical Yellow Duck Ok, I'm back. One heart attack, a triple CABG (Coronary Artery Bypass Graft, pronounced cabbage) and two sessions of beating my computer into submission. I am back. I'm old. Real old. I'm so old I remember when dial... Read Bio

My birthday was on friday. I was gonna be five. We were going to have cake and presents. My grand parents who lived away were coming over and we would have a party that night, when my dad got home from work. My little brother and I were playing in the living room. Then something bad happened. Mommy and Auntie Carmen were sitting there watching the TV and crying. My brother and I went to mommy.

“Why are you crying”, I asked.

“Because a bad thing just happened and we are sad,” she said taking me up in her arms.

Tears started to form in my eyes too, as I tried to understand. I was more upset that mommy was crying, than for any thing else.

“Someone killed the president,” she said.

“Why,” I asked.

“I don’t know honey,” she said as she held me close.

The adults tried to make the party happy, but their hearts just weren’t in it.

The next day I was very upset that they cancelled all the cartoons on TV.

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  1. Avatar Kihd

    It’s Grrreat! I love the innocence and simplicity of the dialoque, it was perfect. The last line somehow just really…submerged the reader (I think that sounds right) into the child’s perspective.
    !!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!! :D :D