"Everyone remembers what they were doing when they heard that President Kennedy was assassinated"
That is one of those urban myths that annoys me because it is so all inclusive. Maybe most people remember, but not everyone.
I was thirteen at the time, and frankly I had more to worry about in life, let alone politics let alone who was shooting who. I was vaguely aware of the existence of Kennedy but only because I do remember prayers in the school hall at the time Kennedy was playing chicken with the Russians over Cuba. Even then I had resigned myself to the thought that we were all soon to be annihilated by a great fireball of a mushroom cloud, and once you have accepted your fate, then why worry about it?
Those were fun times. Nuclear annihilation was just around the corner and I do remember seeing pamphlets lying around telling us we could survive a twenty megaton hit if we propped a door against a wall and crouched under it. As I didn't fancy sharing that miniscule space with four others and a dog for a couple of months I had decided it would be more fun to stand outside and watch the mushrooms grow, Mind you, I was also shrewd enough to know that no superpower worth their salt was going to waste a whole missile on Li'l Ol' Ireland, and the worst we would have to suffer is a long lingering death as the fallout spread from the UK.
Of course no one knows what would have happened if Kennedy hadn't been shot? Has anyone read Stephen King's book "11.22.63"? It was quite a long and sometimes tedious book by Stephen's standards but it did raise and interesting point or two at the end. Maybe if Hitler had been assassinated in 1923 we would be remembering him as a Great Man?
I wonder if people will be saying to each other in fifty years time "it's funny how everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first read Grandad's Kennedy brain fart"?
I doubt it somehow.