I was in High School and being in the Washington DC suburbs we felt the effects of the whole city being numbed. I had gone to his inaugeration and had watched the parade from my mothers work balcony. I remember it was a cold, snowy day but oh how his strawberry colored hair shown in the brief sunlight. When he was killed we were sent home from school and all felt strongly that this was the beginning of the end of innocence. Indeed it was.