My Story

22/11/63

Dear Diary

Today has been an awful day. It may be the worst day in my whole life. When I read this page fifty years from now, I think I will remember it as if it happened yesterday. For the first time in my life, I saw a man get killed. It was not a random person I met on the street, or even someone I know well, like a friend or family member. It was John Fitzgerald Kennedy, also known as Jack among his friends. My dream has been to call him Jack one day, too. I haven’t really believed that was going to happen, but after this day I know for sure it will never happen.

Yesterday I asked my mother if I could go and see JFK rive past, but it did not got the answer I was hoping for. Since it is Friday today, she did not allow me, because she told me to go to school. I has been worrying that I would get that answer for a while. And in this case I did not take no for an answer, so I was planning to skip school today, anyway. If I had asked her earlier this week, I might think that she would suspect something, and prevent me from skipping school.

This morning I got up six a clock, as usual. To avoid my mother from finding something out, I grabbed my schoolbag with me before I left the house. I had to make sure I had enough time to get a good spot to stand on when Kennedy was going to drive by in his car, as he was travelling across Dallas. He had even chosen to sit in an open car on his way to a hospital, where he was going to hold give a speech. I had never seen him before earlier today, so I were very excited.

Since I live in Denton, a little city near Dallas, I had to take the train to see Kennedy. It is going leaves every hour, and when I left the house the seven o’clock train was leaving in 10 minutes. I ran as fast as I could to reach it, but when I came to the station, I saw the train in the horizontal. I was too late, and so I didn’t reach it. I walked in to an old shop and bought me some hot chocolate. This little shop was the only one in the town, which sold hot drinks all year around. I didn’t get why they did that, until I overheard someone talking about it. The man that worked in the little shop has a son who lives in Africa. The family is poor, and the son is the boss in a company that works with cocoa beans. That is why the son is getting the cocoa beans for free, and that is explaining explains why he always brings and sends a lot of cocoa beans to his family in Texas.

After I had drunk upup my chocolate, I walked back to the station to wait for the next train. It felt like hours before the next train to Dallas was coming came, but I bet I really only waited around twenty- five minutes. When I walked of the train in Dallas, there were people everywhere. The streets were filled with people with huge cameras and microphones, and it was police everywhere. Some people were dressed up with nice suits and classic hats. For a moment I was a little ashamed of the clothes I was wearing. Since my family does not have that much money, I always use the same clothes a few days before I wash them by myself. The streets were almost filled up with people, and I started to look after a place to stand on. I find found a perfect spot to see Kennedy driving drive past. After a while it came a couple of cars came, and a short moment after that, were the streets were filled with music. Where the road was turning, we could suddenly see a white, open car. The crowds were starting to scream and cheering cheer. It was him, John F. Kennedy, sitting besides his wife. I, a little girl form Denton wasseeing the president driving drive past, with my own eyes! He smiled and waved to his fans, and suddenly he disappeared from my sight because his driver kept driving. I just stood at the sideline and suddenly I heard shotguns. First one, and then another one a short blink after the first. I was as much surprised as the other people, and for a few seconds no one understood anything. Some people were screaming, but I just stood there with my mouth open and stared out in the air.

I cannot believe he is gone. While I am writing about what’s happened earlier today, I feel awful. John has inspired me so much, and I am a huge fan of him. I have seen looked forward to see seing him, you know, with my own eyes, for many days. Today I finally saw the scene I have been thinking about so many times, but I did not expect the end. Tomorrow I bet the newspapers are going to be filled with information about the murder of President John F Kennedy. I wonder how this day could turn out so bad.

SOURCES

BBC news: “1963: Kennedy shot dead in Dallas” – Downloaded 13.11.2015

http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/november/22/newsid_2451000/2451143.stm

Store norske leksikon «John F. Kennedy», Torbjørn Sirevåg - Downloaded 13.11.15 https://snl.no/John_F._Kennedy#menuitem0

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