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After I heard that JFK died I quickly ran home to my mother. She was crying. I knew it was a big deal but I was too excited about going to Eugene's house. How would she react? I was about to find out...

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American History Happy Ending - Rachel Wenzel
American History Happy Ending - Rachel Wenzel
After I heard that JFK died I quickly ran home to my mother. She was crying. I knew it was a big deal but I was too excited about going to Eugene's house. How would she react? I was about to find out...
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american history weird ending by kayleena elisalda 
american history weird ending by kayleena elisalda 
the day JFK died it was kinda weird because we were having a great day. Then i came out of my room and my mom was looking out the window in shock. so i went to the window and looked i didn't see anything. then i looked down from the window and there were these weird creature things. my mom looked at me and told me to go start packing. so i went to my room and started packing my stuff my dad was at work so i asked my mom what about dad and she said who cares and so we left. when we got outside the creature things looked straight at us and started coming towards us. so we ran to Eugene house and they were packing also. then we seen on the news that one of the creatures killed JFK. my mom started crying and i was trying to comfort her but  was to distracted by Eugene cause he was so good looking.
Clarissa's American History Horror Ending
Clarissa's American History Horror Ending

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Elena went on her way home and on the way she met Barack Obama's brother. He had super powers and could shoot rainbows out of his hands. she got scared of him and then ran away from him trying to get home really fast. She had finally made it home and found her mother on the

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The tears fell, but they didn't change anything. I felt a terrible pit in my stomach. How could I be so stupid? Eugene would never like me the same way I liked him. My feelings began to change from sadness to anger. I gripped the corners of my mattress. Why would he lie to me? My anger began to grow. I felt hot. Really hot. I looked down. To my surprise, My mattress is on fire! I ran for the door. I grabbed my door handle and it froze instantly. I screamed in terror and stepped back. I tuned around in search of an escape. The window! I ran to it and yanked it open. I jumped out onto the fire escape. The flames lapped at my feet from the open window. I called for help. Eugene seemed to be the only one to hear me. He ran out the back door and called back to me. "Elena!" He yelled, "Jump!" I knew I didn't trust him, but I had no other choice. I held my breath and jumped. The wind whipping at my face. I felt my tears dry. It felt like I was falling for a long time. I opened my eyes to reveal myself flying. I looked behind me and I had wing. I landed on the ground next to him. I had so many words for him. I wanted to yell. "I'm sorry Elena." I was shocked. I hugged him. 

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The day JFK died was terrible. The whole nation went into a state of depression. Stores were closed, and the streets that were full with lively people and music slept evated. But I was too excited to care, I was going to Eugene's to study. I ran home as fast as I could and got changed. As I walked out the door my mother stopped me and asked where I was going, I told her I was going to Eugene's house to study. She made me stay home, "not today Elena" was what she said. Later that night I snuck down the fire escape and appeared at Eugene's window. He welcomed me in and offered me some coffee. A few minutes later his mother came

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The day JFK died was terrible. The whole nation went into a state of depression. Stores were closed, and the streets that were full with lively people and music slept evated. But I was too excited to care, I was going to Eugene's to study. I ran home as fast as I could and got changed. As I walked out the door my mother stopped me and asked where I was going, I told her I was going to Eugene's house to study. She made me stay home, "not today Elena" was what she said. Later that night I snuck down the fire escape and appeared at Eugene's window. He welcomed me in and offered me some coffee. A few minutes later his mother came in. "Eugene why are you up so late?" "Who's this?" she asked with concern

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he day JFK died was terrible. The whole nation went into a state of depression. Stores were closed, and the streets that were full with lively people and music slept evated. But I was too excited to care, I was going to Eugene's to study. I ran home as fast as I could and got changed. As I walked out the door my mother stopped me and asked where I was going, I told her I was going to 

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After I heard that JFK died I quickly ran home to my mother. She was crying. I knew it was a big deal but I was too excited about going to Eugene's house. How would she react? I was about to find out...

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the day JKF died i didtn do anything.

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so, i just found out that JFK got assasinated. i am sad. my mom made a sad dinner ans the house was silent. eugene knocked on my door so i answered the door. he came to eat dinner with us because him mom was almost dead because she was sad. in the next hour the power went out and the chainsaw massacre came to kill alot of people. the next day JFK came back to life. Everyone was happy and stopped being sad because he was alive again. John cena beat everyone up because he was happy and mad at everyone. Everyone was happy and made JFK a suit of titanium

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Elena was walking down the street and she screamed "Yo I need some milk" so she went to a 7/11 and got some milk. After that she found a water gun and started squirting Kim jong un in the face with the milk and his face until it looked like a walnut in a puddle of gravy

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The day JFK died was a unsettle day. The whole nation was in mourning

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american history unhappy ending done by @$]=[T()^? R

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american history unhappy ending done by @$]=[T()^? R

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Elena went on her way home and on the way she met Barack Obama's brother. He had super powers and could shoot rainbows out of his hands. she got scared of him and then ran away from him trying to get home really fast. She had finally made it home and found her mother on the floor. Its okay she was not dead! then all of a sudden a raging panda came around the corner and attacked her mother and started eating her. So Elena ran to her balcony and was still being chased by the panda and she looked back and then she fell off of her balcony into Eugene's backyard. Eugene came out to his backyard and found her all mutilated and started to laugh.

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JFK died so i was sad and i put my house on fire and so i turned into a fish.

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The day JFK died was terrible. The whole nation went into a state of depression. Stores were closed, and the streets that were full with lively people and music slept evated. But I was too excited to care, I was going to Eugene's to study. I ran home as fast as I could and got changed. As I walked out the door my mother stopped me and asked where I was going, I told her I was going to Eugene's house to study. She made me stay home, "not today Elena" was what she said. Later that night I snuck down the fire escape and appeared at Eugene's window. He welcomed me in and offered me some coffee. A few minutes later his mother came in. "Eugene why are you up so late?" "Who's this?" she asked with concern

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after jfks assassination elena was assassinated.  barrack obama had to do something about his two bestfriends who just died so he became president.
he hired the best scientist in the world so they could bring his bestfriends back from the dead. The scientist tried theyre hardest but eventually all the scientist gave up and instead bringing his bestfriends back to li

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so after the assination on november 22 1963 of president jfk death. people were very shocked that this happen and and people were really sad it was like the great deppresssion again and people were rioting and panicin it was very scary and bad but after that .everybody calmed down and then people got attacked by aliens and they were flickin the wrist and doin th stanky leg and yea and then they left and everybody moved on in life

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After Elena got rejected by Eugene's mom Elena went for a walk around her street to think about things. She was thinking about what she was going to tell her mom about what happened at Eugene's house. So after a hour she went back home and there was a visitor at her house he looked familiar. And he turned around and it was Eugene.

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so then after the jfk assasination the

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The day he died I was home eating dinner with my primo and then I heard he died, first I was sad but the I did't care because it was gonna be the end of the world so we were all gonna die. But then I realize it was't true so I started to cry and the I did double suicide with my primo.
Finally aliens came to earth and destroyed the world.

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After JFK died Barack Obama was like YEET and came out of no where with an RKO to Eugene 's mother because he didn't like how she was being racist against Elena.

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The day J.F.K. was shot there was a lot of sad people but the least sad was Elena. she didn't care he died because she was young and didn't know why J.F.K. was so important. so she still went to friends house who she has been planing to go to his house. then when she sowed up at his house her mom answered the door and said go away. then she was really sad and went up to her balcany and jumped.

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the day jfk died i was very sad because i was not a legal citizen, and  i didnt know what was comeing next  for the country, but i was also happy because me and my friend where going to hang out and ''study''haha . when i got to my friend house he greated me  ,and gave me  a hug  and then he moved so i never saw him again.

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the day jfk died i was very sad because i was not a legal citizen, and  i didnt know what was comeing next  for the country, but i was also happy because me and my friend where going to hang out and ''study''haha . when i got to my friend house he greated me  ,and gave me  a hug  and then he moved so i never saw him again.

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Andrew taylors bomb ending to american history.

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Andrew taylors bomb ending to american history.

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JFK has been has been assassinated the television blared. Good thing i'm not there mother said. As she walked in to tell my da he yelled get out of my room i'm playing minecraft. She came storming out yelling. I asked if she was ok and she said shut up i need some milk! Three hours later we had some family and friends over,I invited Eugene but his mom was really racist and rejected the invitation we had sent her. She is rude but knows that I will 360 Rex scope her on rust. I felt bad for everyone but... I don't think it mattered. That night I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen to us now that JFK is dead but more importantly the 1v1 I would have tomorrow against Eugene mother.

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The tears fell, but they didn't change anything. I felt a terrible pit in my stomach. How could I be so stupid? Eugene would never like me the same way I liked him. My feelings began to change from sadness to anger. I gripped the corners of my mattress. Why would he lie to me? My anger began to grow. I felt hot. Really hot. I looked down. To my surprise, My mattress is on fire! I ran for the door. I grabbed my door handle and it froze instantly. I screamed in terror and stepped back. I tuned around in search of an escape. The window! I ran to it and yanked it open. I jumped out onto the fire escape. The flames lapped at my feet from the open window. I called for help. Eugene seemed to be the only one to hear me. He ran out the back door and called back to me. "Elena!" He yelled, "Jump!" I knew I didn't trust him, but I had no other choice. I held my breath and jumped. The wind whipping at my face. I felt my tears dry. It felt like I was falling for a long time. I opened my eyes to reveal myself flying. I looked behind me and I had wing. I landed on the ground next to him. I had so many words for him. I wanted to yell. "I'm sorry Elena." I was shocked. I hugged him.

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American History Sad Ending By: Natasha Rose Dueber

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American History Sad Ending By: Natasha Rose Dueber

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On November 22, 1963 president John F. Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas , Texas, and the United States was plunged in to mourning. Most people who lived through that time can still remember where they were when they heard the news. Kennedy's assassination and the nation 's grief defined a generation.

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Elected in 1960 as the 35th president of the United States, 43-year-old John F. Kennedy became the youngest man and the first Roman Catholic to hold that office. He was born into one of America's wealthiest families and parlayed an elite education and a reputation as a military hero into a successful run for Congress in ...

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i had found out that JFK had been shot i had went home.where i had seen my mother crying on the couch she told me to come over next to her she gave me kiss on the head and a hug. She had sad 'sweetheart have you heard the news , about the president' she said.in a very soft but weeping voice ' yes momma why have all the greatest people die' i say as i was about to cry  she looks at me in a shocked expression ' your father was a great man and he loved you so very much and i will always love you.' she says with tears streaming down her face as me and her come in for a hug in the deep silence you could hear a small pin falling. when i went to go walk to my room to get out of my school clothes. 'Elane there is someone her for you" she had shouted i come out of my room to see Eugean is in my living room ' im so sorry for what my mother had said she can be judgmental  sometimes' he says 'it's fine now' i smile at him

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this was the day JFK died was a sad day but i didnt have time to think about that i was a 14 year old who just got rejected by the mother of the guy i like.... i got bucket of ice cream, chocolate, and tacos and decided to get fat and be a loner for the rest of my life

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The day JFK died was a sad day for the world, Elena was the most happiest person but then saddened for a different reason."I went over to my mother and comforted her until it was bed time'' ''the next day i invited Eugene but his mom is a racist mother-hummer and burnt the invitation before he could see it

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SO, I just found out that JFK was shot and so I kinda lost my crap. I flipped out, hit my mom, hit my brother, hit eqgene. I threw rocks at his house. He was a cool bro until he died. What a champion. He's not gone. Dead. He got 360 noscoped. and shot in the face.

BTW I'm not even sorry. HE DROPPED NUKES ON THE ENTIRE WORLD AND WE ALL DIED.

idk whatelse to type, so I'm just going to cry about Ronald Regan. THe real amurikan. YEAH

It's a conspiracy, I tell you. It was a suicide.

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Ninth-grade English, April, 1960: Our teacher asked us to write about "the spring, 250 words," but didn't say which spring, so I wrote about every spring I could think of, including the spring in my ballpoint pen and the spring in my step. Every spring but the season of spring.

Our assignment soon after: "the flag, 250 words." A more complicated subject. I took a roundabout approach.

See, like every public school kid in America, I knew the drill: When the sirens screech and the commie Russian atomic missiles head straight for us like a hard rain (as Bob Dylan later put it), we'll be more or less fine if we crouch under our desks with butts in the air and arms over our heads - which proved to me that grownups will lie about anything. We kids saw those bombs explode in newsreels after every show-and-tell "test." We knew about fallout. We knew, come that hard rain, we shall all die. The whole damn world would die.

So in "the flag, 250 words," my argument was straightforward: No country was worth the elimination of humanity. If Russia attacks with nukes, it would be fundamentally immoral for the U.S. to retaliate. Let our country be the only country destroyed. If we sacrifice ourselves, there won't be as much fallout and humanity might still have a chance. If humanity survived, and if somewhere in the world an American flag survived, that flag would be the most precious piece of history that ever was, and the United States would be honored by all human beings for thousands and thousands of years.

My teacher thought I was dangerously nuts. And "only 14" - too young to have ideas. But sometimes a 14-year-old can be right. All these years later, I see nothing flawed in my argument.

Fast-forward to Monday, October 22, 1962, nine days before my 17th birthday. On every TV channel simultaneously, President John F. Kennedy told us that the Russians had missiles in commie Cuba: "We will not prematurely or unnecessarily risk the costs of worldwide nuclear war in which even the fruits of victory would be ashes in our mouth, but neither will we shrink from that risk at any time it must be faced."

Won't unnecessarily risk but won't shrink from that risk? In other words, there may soon be a necessary reason to end all our lives, and we should be prepared accordingly.

My thoughts went more or less like this (and still do):

"Kennedy's making it sound perfectly reasonable to blow up the whole fucking world. He wants me to think he's on my side? He actually imagines that he's on my side? He is not, in any way, shape, or form, on my side."

In retrospect, I admire at least this about JFK: On 9/11, George W. Bush went into hiding and didn't come out until he knew he was safe. Kennedy was a lot of things, but not a chickenshit. He remained in the White House during the crisis, a certain target.

However, that didn't mean he was on my side. The inside story of the crisis is fascinating and moving, but, for me, then and now, the nonsense that got us into that mess far outweighs the skill sets (and luck) that got us out.

The Cuban Missile Crisis taught this: Given the proper pitch of emotional and political considerations, these lunatics are willing to kill us all.

One year and one month after that speech, Nov. 22, 1963, JFK went showing off in Texas and got himself shot.

I didn't like what happened. Assassination is anti-democratic. And it was lousy for his kids. And I got it that a president's death is an affair of state for which dignified pageantry is simply good manners. But the inflated, preposterous notion that somehow we had all been changed - America losing some imagined innocence - all because one guy got shot? Nah.

Then my mother and millions of others watched Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald dead on live TV. (I didn't happen to see it live.)

That was new. Assassinations are as old as politics, and perhaps older - in fact, it's possible that an assassination was the first human act that could be called political. But viewing historic violence intimately, in one's living room, in real time - that was new. Fifty years of such coverage has toughened us, but back then it was a genuine shock - and, in retrospect, a truthful window into the future.

About three weeks later, disc jockeys started playing the bouncy music of a British band called the Beatles. America suddenly indulged in mass giddiness as readily as it had mourned in mass grief - and the Beatles' haircuts were kind of like JFK's, except longer.

Then a strange thing started happening: John F. Kennedy, dead, took on the aura and status of a great man and a star - neither of which he had been in life. (He barely won in 1960; his opponent, Richard Nixon, had good cause to contest the election - but that wasn't acceptable in those days.)

As for greatness, Kennedy's successor Lyndon Johnson secured Americans the Voting Rights Act, the Civil Rights Act, Medicare, and Medicaid. Even ardent Kennedy defenders don't claim he had the legislative chops for such achievement.

Another strange thing happened: Somehow, without a shred of evidence, a kind of legend generated that JFK would have gotten us out of Vietnam (a war he got us into) before that war became catastrophic.

Historian Michael O'Brien, in John F. Kennedy: A Biography:

"In Arthur Schlesinger's Robert Kennedy and His Times (1978) and [Ted] Sorensen's The Kennedy Legacy (1969), the argument is advanced that Kennedy would have withdrawn from Vietnam. But in earlier books by Schlesinger and Sorensen, both published in 1965, when policymakers still hoped to win the war, neither even hinted that Kennedy contemplated withdrawal. ... [Kennedy's] Secretary of State Dean Rusk ... has insisted that Kennedy never mentioned disengaging from the war. 'I talked with John Kennedy on hundreds of occasions about Southeast Asia,' Rusk wrote in his memoir, 'and not once did he suggest or even hint at withdrawal.' ... Asked in 1964 whether his brother gave any consideration to pulling out of Vietnam, Robert Kennedy answered, 'No.'"

No one expects the Kennedy controversies to end anytime soon. Who killed him? How? Was it a coup? Would he have wised up about that war? He wasn't great, but would he have become great? For boomers and their children, irrationally or not, Kennedy's assassination is on an emotional and spiritual par with Abraham Lincoln's.

But I wonder about the boomers' grandchildren and great-grandchildren - and, wondering, I offer a prediction:

When boomers and their offspring die out, Kennedy's assassination will decrease in resonance until it has the approximate historical echo of William McKinley's.

You remember William McKinley - 25th president of the United States, the last to have served in the Civil War and the first to be photographed by the motion picture camera. He initiated the Spanish-American War in 1898, which lasted less than four months but secured America's control of Puerto Rico, Guam, and the Philippines (to the lasting regret of their inhabitants) - a giant step toward the U.S. becoming a world power.

On Sept. 6, 1901, at a political rally in Buffalo, New York, President McKinley was shot by Leon Czolgosz, a first-generation Polish-American anarchist. As he lay wounded, McKinley ordered that his assailant be protected from the furious mob. He died of his wounds eight days later.

Fortunately, McKinley, like JFK, had an able vice president well prepared for the Oval Office: Theodore Roosevelt.

And the great lesson to be learned from all this may be that there is no great lesson to be learned from all this.

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Ninth-grade English, April, 1960: Our teacher asked us to write about "the spring, 250 words," but didn't say which spring, so I wrote about every spring I could think of, including the spring in my ballpoint pen and the spring in my step. Every spring but the season of spring.

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American History Dream Ending : created by nathaniel

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JFK was dissipated to ashes. When   Elena was at school, But when she went home she saw her mother at home in the corner of the room acting. Like something out of the poltergeist. With the head twisting, and saying stuff in a weird way like dfhyuadsiygieyqwtkebvydihwyaes. Then I fly away with ballons.

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Clarissa's American History Horror Ending

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I got home and my mom was packing and my dad was home as well. it was strange since my dad had never been home early . "papa, mama, What are you guys doing?" My mom had the most scared face i have seen on her face. "we need to go" she told me in Spanish. I felt a pain a terror, i ran to my room and did what my mom told me to do. We ran inside the car and we went to the country side with my tia . My parents were talking to her in Spanish about getting out of the country we didn't know why But they said something about the vice president Donald trump. And i felt a lot of terror because of that man. he was the most rasit man ever i dont know how a man like him would get elected. We left twords the woods, because my uncles lived near the rio grande. I thought we were going swimming but no my parents told me go across to mexico i didn't know why but i was scared. when we crossed only me and my cousin made it across. the rest of my faily was murdered by the american souldiers. the end:)

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american history weird ending by kayleena elisalda 

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american history weird ending by kayleena elisalda 

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the day JFK died it was kinda weird because we were having a great day. Then i came out of my room and my mom was looking out the window in shock. so i went to the window and looked i didn't see anything. then i looked down from the window and there were these weird creature things. my mom looked at me and told me to go start packing. so i went to my room and started packing my stuff my dad was at work so i asked my mom what about dad and she said who cares and so we left. when we got outside the creature things looked straight at us and started coming towards us. so we ran to Eugene house and they were packing also. then we seen on the news that one of the creatures killed JFK. my mom started crying and i was trying to comfort her but was to distracted by Eugene cause he was so good looking.

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American History Happy Ending - Rachel Wenzel

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American History Happy Ending - Rachel Wenzel

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After I heard that JFK died I quickly ran home to my mother. She was crying. I knew it was a big deal but I was too excited about going to Eugene's house. How would she react? I was about to find out...