I was in 5th grade, 10 years old. I remember everything. Mr. Winslow told us "President Kennedy was shot in Dallas." School closed early, we walked home in silence. I knew the tidy, safe world I lived in had changed. 2 days later, I witnessed the shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald on TV. I went to my room and wrote about JFK and November 22, 1963 and how Oswald was shot on November 24th. I wrote that JFK was a great president and that I would always treasure this piece of paper. I tacked it up in my room with a little yellow ribbon glued to the top left corner. Next day, I asked my Dad "If I write a letter to Jackie Kennedy, will you find the address to the White House?" I took great pains to make the letter just right. Unbeknownst to me, my Dad hand copied it, then mailed the original. I got a reply from the White House, but forgot where it went. In 2011, I opened my "treasure box"... old report cards, blue ribbons, slides, photos... I found the paper I had written to honor JFK... tack holes, yellow ribbon, sunlight faded... my Dad's copy of my letter to Jackie... the White House reply, with envelope, my address hand written with no zip code... it was the first time I realized my Dad had made a copy of my condolence letter. I framed all 3 pieces in 2012, then realized I had to write a song to honor the 50th Anniversary of JFK's assassination. I tried to preserve the feelings of the 10 year old kid.