Memories. They’re important:
“Where were you the day JFK was shot in Dallas..?”
“I don’t remember...”
“Err....you were not in DALLAS...?”
“Oh yeah..!”
Actually, I was in Dallas, two blocks away. Had absolutely no idea what was going on. Just a lot of adults running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
My husband and I was in Germany. He was in our bedroom listening to AFN and I was listening to a German radio program from Stuttgart that had every Friday a music program. You could call in and request hits to be played when the program was interrupted and announced that he had be shot. At this time AFN did not have TV in Germany.
Along with Nixon.